Chrystia Cabral
muffle you. amplify you. wash you
Savoring your memory in the shower
I hold your dancing traces between two palms like steam
your voice clinging here in the top corner of the shower
where the daddy long leg is clutching
tight for his life
skinny clenching shivering limbs
he keeps silent but his spiraling terror of the shiny shower drain below
is shrieking in an undetectable pitch
I am currently living in the shower.
A shower in between degrees of grief.
A shower that can muffle and amplify
A shower revolving around the sun.
I am showering my brain. I am brainwashing. I will wash until I drown.
I will shower until I drown your voice to a quieter degree
I will shower until I sewer into ocean body
Me, the spider, and your echoing song
the shower drain at my feet
the grated gateway to a senseless sea
of indefinite and unknowable depth
not ready to leave you
and your song
not ready
this forced witnessing
of your flesh transmuting into memory
you are dancing on top my tangled web
of time and choices to be made outside of the shower
your echo flaking around me reminding all good things will one day end
but all ends really being exchanges
that time will even out