The Showers

Colleen Kane


“Happiness was like a green vine 
spreading through her, stretching 
fine tendrils, bearing flowers 
through her flesh.” ―Patricia 
Highsmith, The Price of Salt

The young Creole’s—
face in the shower
got longer, longer

Distending like—
his dick, getting
longer, darker

Making me—
feel so awfully
weak in the knees

Until finally—
I groveled down
at his toes

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