There are two kinds of showers:
the kind to cleanse physical grime and
the kind to cleanse emotional grime.
Emotional grime needs to soak.
You stand there, letting the liquid warmth run
over your shoulders, pouring onto and across
your skin like melting wax, as you wait
for the burning heat in your chest to find
a hole to drain out through. You stand there,
as though in a daze, waiting for your
swimming, swirling, murky thoughts to settle,
pleading for some sort of mental drano
to come and unclog your brain. You just wait.
Emotional grime needs to soak; it takes
patience for that congealed outer layer to melt
so the gunk can be washed away. It’s a
mindless waste of resources that your burning grime
detracts from, but the most disgusting fact of it all
is that your only choice is to wait.
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