I my made my showers so hot, they scalded me.
Trying to trace the side of my body on the
foggy glass with my fingers to define my own lines.
So that is what I really look like? I'd think.
The puppy howls
and its loud and shrill and sad
because he has never had to been alone before tonight.
And I feel dirty for having to listen.
It is not cruel to keep animals this way,
I'm told,
they must learn isolation as training
but our own private times are
shied away from.
The cries wake me,
because my body traced
is not my true shape
but that puppy,
is truly in the dark till he learns
to not bark.
