Hey Google- Wash My Hair

[starbreath]

Wrote a poem today:

With Few Exceptions

I take quick showers.
Shampoo. Rinse.
Condition. Rinse.
Soap skin. Rinse.
Finished in under five.

Today, I tarried.

And it came to me
that, despite the years’
relentless erasure
of joyous replays,
I can recall every time
I turned the faucet
just this side of scalding,
stood there robed in steam
until the tap ran cool,
and shattered

where the hot deluge
of tears belonged
to no one but me.