I have been told people who take warm showers are lonely,
that they crave bodies.
So, sometimes I think myself
evil brute,
chewing on
flesh to tear it
from their bones to
build myself
precarious bodies,
upon which I can balance
my very delicate ego.
But mostly, I think myself
one-eyed cyclops,
narrow-visioned,
searching only for warmth,
as cold rain pours from the showerhead above.
