shower curtain

i half sleep

half die

on my shower floor

made for neither

sleeping

nor dying

but the steam clouds my nakedness

like a bed’s blanket

or a coffin’s cover

and i think to myself

that i can’t even remember

what my bathtub is made of...

marble?

tile, maybe?

whatever it is

my body is thankful

to be upheld

by something

other than my own sorry skeleton

so i knot myself up

while my split ends drop

from their tie

and stick to the skin around my ears

and i touch my lips

because they paralyze

when left alone

then i let myself burn

until my eyes can’t see through

the water

and my curtain

falls