I began the day
I began the day
Standing in the shower
Forehead pressed against the porcelain
(I am lying, it’s cheap plastic)
Arms crossed or drooping
Water running down my back
Wishing this, whatever it is,
Would just leak out of me
(I know what it is, or at least where it came from)
I can’t move, the force between my forehead
And the plastic is magnetic
Squeeze it out, twist, shake
(Something about “tears in rain”)
My fingertips wrinkle and I count
Backwards from ten
Turn around once
Turn around again
One more time
And stick my head back against the wall
It takes five attempts
Before the water runs cold
I compose an email
Draft a design in my mind
Think, I should really do the groceries at some point
And finally step out dripping
Into the cold bathroom air
(I am lying, the day began a while ago, and I am late)