ironically,
I have both the
best
and the
worst
shower in the
whole house

I can barely
control the
temperature,
the walls are stained
where the water
flew out despite my
best efforts,
and the shower rod
has ruined many
a curtain with
the rust it’s gathered
from so many year’s
use

but despite all that,
despite all those little
imperfections,
if you can get it just right,
hit that perfect sweet
spot
you’ll have the best shower
of your life

the water burns
just enough to warm
you at your very
core,
the powerful jets
massage your whole
self.

walking out
afterwards
amongst the steam
and hot air
you’ll be smiling
and happy
and relaxed

it’s the added
bonus of all this
that the mirror is
steamed over

so you can’t see
your fat, naked,
lazy self in bliss
that can only be
maintained in
blindness