Been Caught Sobbing
This evening for no discernible reason I
started crying in the shower. Crying wildly and
illogically with Jane’s Addiction playing on a little
transister radio in the background. Snotty sobs
and goosebump steam and too much obvious
flesh hanging breast globs and hip
pounds and freckly buttocks squished
against scummy plastic. And I still have no
idea why I was crying.