Thinking in the shower




As shower puddles formed an exclusive shower bed

On the bathroom floor, rinsing to and fro in froths:

Words dig in my head in phrases

Of monotony and simultaneity –

“Iron postcard smelt, ancient terrors bubbling up the bathtub,


The other name, the other

Motionless disaster”

I contain them in the oars of my arms,

Locking them in empty embrace;

Reiterate how dying is tasteless, hence

To choose living to scoop on my tongue

As the words and water trickle down to the toes –

Breathy assertive.