Shower’s flicking hot fingers
tattoo taut skin
brisk water whips
flay pouching flesh
The wigged guy in the dress
with the filleting knife
would flay with his eyes
shove the shower curtain aside
and stab in, Mother
Is there a hole in the wall
a camera in a corner
do we expect to be observed?
Robe off
cool air kisses skin’s sins
tap turns
water gushes sprays
bend to test this
step in
Dance with the water partner
sing the silly shower song
sing to ’em bare assed
don’t be embarrassed
and you’ll never sing alone
The group gathered around the monitor
half watches, waits for a stray word
a commitment, an admission
a piece of evidence
for presentation to
the kangaroo.