Last night I had the strangest dream.
It was about marriage,
We were shotgun married,
Even though I didn’t love her,
Even though we hadn’t done anything,
In my grandmother’s old house,
Even though she was dead,
and the house long sold to someone else.
The thing I longed for more than anything,
Was the shower with her.
Not because it was more intimate,
But because it was more true.
Showers with lovers are a moment of …
certainty.
Last time I showered with a woman,
She made me turn away when things got personal.
I guess what I want in love,
Is for us to be honest enough that I don’t have to.
