Shower

Jet stream spat from the head
splits, one half sprints towards
the walls, one half congeals
and sweats across my limbs,
sputters into rivulets,
tracing creases over leather.
Steam curls into curtain
mould, black spots that dampen,
drop. Tub lips drip froth out
of spots fallen, lather
lost, soap stains. Plug hole hair
rafts, buoys, teased in a pool.
I feel beats, so small, burst-
ing on my kidney, my
vertebrae. Water runs cold,
I gasp. Runs hot, I scald.