Thursday, February 12, 2009
i need to take a shower. if i'm going to keep going out on one day jobs here and there, i have to be clean. so i tell my friend. don't worry, she says. i'll stay with you. i get undressed. don't look. don't look. i'm not looking, don't worry. my hair is dirty. i think it's been two weeks since i washed it. eeww. next thing i know, i'm looking at my body in the shower. my eyes sting from soap. my hands look like raisins they're so waterlogged. that's silly. i haven't been in the shower so long. my hair is wet. there's hair everywhere. on the walls of the shower. so i must have washed it. i can't stay in here anymore. i try to tell my friend that i can't anymore. that it's too hard. but she can't hear me. i think i'm talking loudly. why can't she hair? my eyes sting. i pour soap all over my hand. more soap, more soap, more soap! the soap overflows to the floor. i use it to was my arms. but most of the soap lands in the tub not on me. next thing i know, i'm sitting on the edge of the tub with my phone by my ear. trying to talk. but the words in my head don't reach my lips. are you done? she asks. she can't hear me talk. i put on pajamas and go back to my room. i'm still dirty. can't be that i'm clean cause i didn't wash myself.