He followed me into my sleep,
my dream that I was taking a shower.
I took my clothes off slowly, but hid from him behind a towel-
my body wasn't for his eyes anymore.
I stepped into the mold and tile prison
full of steam.
I stuck my face under the head, breathing in and choking on water.
He came up behind me, naked too.
He put his arms around me.
His warmth felt nice.
But I cried till my sinuses drained out of my mouth and nose
in huge globs of phlegm and grey slime.
I didn't cry because I wanted him back.
I cried because I had him to begin with.
I never should have had him.
I pushed his wet body off of mine.
Get out! Get out you useless thing! Don't you understand?
I went and flirted with redheads and stood in awe of a ten food girl with perfect eyebrows,
once I had toweled myself off.