Alone Finally in the Shower After Soccer

Before understanding is a silver head

detachable from the wall

a nozzle at forty-five degrees and my mother

practically bursting through the closed door

She speaks to my father who is two rooms over

What are we having for dinner?

I hear a tennis ball bouncing at the center of their universe

Flirting sounds when you move on me

We have salmon or there’s takeout?

Surface tension promises grace

oceanswallow breathhole wombhose spittears

You recognize

no distinction

Takeout sounds good

Consciousness splits

against the jet stream its folds are filled

Is giving my body you

the same as giving my body

a body? After some time all

tingling is unbearable

The self you see

sloughs off, excitedly

to the drain