Knob on the Left

 

 

 

 

i like it when water burns;

it’s the good kind of sting

like swallowing spicy salsa

before the forced breath

 

my feet turn red and my knuckles turn red

and my shoulders turn red with heat

but it forces me to confront

my nerves

 

sometimes i stay under extra long

just to feel the shower wash over

me like those meditating monks

and shut my eyes to the sounds

of a deluge controlled