Between the
Hail Pellets Hitting My Face
I Find Spots
of Gratitude
This is not my idea of fun.
In the cold wintertime, when the days are like this and the nights are like this (I know it looks beautiful, but I really do not feel comfortable while cold)
and it is not in my financial reality to get
to a place where the days are like this
and the nights are like this
one place where I can be warm and naked
and safe is in a hot shower.
I
watch the water hit me and travel down along me. I like the smells of
the shampoo and conditioner and soap,
the hot water hitting my back. I like
it hot, not warm. My skin feels so clean, the surface dirt of the day gone. My
skin gets pinkish from the heat. I like my armpit hair. The society can just
shove it with all their bullshit about what hairs women are permitted. We can each decide for ourselves.
There’s no end to ways humans make life less good for other
humans. If you don’t think we should have what we have, take it up with God. She'll 'splain it to you.
I am grateful to have
running hot water. Not everyone does.
It’s very peaceful
and tension-free to step out of the shower without any narcissist here thinking
it was all for him.
Every day in every
way, I am grateful to be divorced.
