![]() The shower has not been used for awhile. When I pull on the knob that pulls out the water, It’s as if there’s nothing behind it. And so I pull harder and harder and the water Shifts in the pipes and I hear a great thump Like a guillotine, and the water falls and begins to Pump. And it pumps and it winds and revolves behind The tile wall and I imagine someone Breathing there, cold and afraid, Parallel to me, above the drain. And the water only sputters heat, but Still I step in and let the water Run And there I’m left wondering How much he feels for me, Whether there’s another. I stare ahead at the tile wall And remind myself we are not together, We were never together. Cold and afraid, I want him To want me so bad That I turn up the heat and the pipes obey, Scorching me, knowing they Will soon grow weary as I Stand, Facing them, and when they release I’ll step out all new and pink, And then they'll go cold again, Heaving, sputtering.
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