AN EVERYTHING SHOWER
Veronica Chen
Veronica Chen
Undress.
If I could hop into the shower fully clothed, I would. I have before, dressed head to toe and soaked in water not from the sky but from pipes. It’s nice – like an extra weight draped across you meant to drag you under but defeated by the fact that you’re upright and on solid ground, but I’ve since grown to
Standing under the showerhead
Friday: class at 9, breakfast before? or wait until 11? Lab at 3, dinner + drinks with Arina at 9 – call to see him?
Saturday: job training at 10, study for midterm on tuesday + go to moffett for book, check mail; pickup my stuff back at night
Sunday: successful, wakeup hopefully not in my bed and spend the day with him. if not, rot.
Soap.
Everyone and their goddamn mom has come across the factoid of “Unhappy people take long, hot, comforting showers to make up for the lack of warmth and happiness in their own lives :/ boohoo” thank you instagram user dailyfacts1098 for reposting this from Facebook that reposted it from Science Daily Now! that reposted it from The National Enquirer that reposted it from the CDC
Scrub.
thank you very much, it's been only five minutes
Lather
I miss the feel of things when they were only occupied by me, completely. Before I learned and they were replaced by actual meanings, back when I heard “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac for what seemed like the first time and the only thing it sparked was vague memories of rainy days in the backseat of my mother’s car, skipping school for doctor’s appointments. Nowadays, it’s overstuffed with knowledge of Rumors and cheating, John Mulaney bits of Bill Clinton, Colleen Hoover novels and Elvis’s granddaughter.
Let the water run over you
All the money’s in substack nowadays; I should make one – much to say, a lot of everything I meant to say. When i find the time, the energy, the ability to actually live and turn back grasp on these things, but maybe if there’s a person who deserves to read it first, before the world and even before me, who’s uninterested anymore
Guilt
Too harsh, too strong…something about the unlovability of women too strong; does shedding vulnerability make you strong? where did I learn this from?
Reminisce
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I back at it again
skip. skip. skip
Let me in here, I know I've been here
Let me into your heart
skip. skip.
fuck the queue is done
rinse.
If I could hop into the shower fully clothed, I would. I have before, dressed head to toe and soaked in water not from the sky but from pipes. It’s nice – like an extra weight draped across you meant to drag you under but defeated by the fact that you’re upright and on solid ground, but I’ve since grown to
Standing under the showerhead
Friday: class at 9, breakfast before? or wait until 11? Lab at 3, dinner + drinks with Arina at 9 – call to see him?
Saturday: job training at 10, study for midterm on tuesday + go to moffett for book, check mail; pickup my stuff back at night
Sunday: successful, wakeup hopefully not in my bed and spend the day with him. if not, rot.
Soap.
Everyone and their goddamn mom has come across the factoid of “Unhappy people take long, hot, comforting showers to make up for the lack of warmth and happiness in their own lives :/ boohoo” thank you instagram user dailyfacts1098 for reposting this from Facebook that reposted it from Science Daily Now! that reposted it from The National Enquirer that reposted it from the CDC
Scrub.
thank you very much, it's been only five minutes
Lather
I miss the feel of things when they were only occupied by me, completely. Before I learned and they were replaced by actual meanings, back when I heard “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac for what seemed like the first time and the only thing it sparked was vague memories of rainy days in the backseat of my mother’s car, skipping school for doctor’s appointments. Nowadays, it’s overstuffed with knowledge of Rumors and cheating, John Mulaney bits of Bill Clinton, Colleen Hoover novels and Elvis’s granddaughter.
Let the water run over you
All the money’s in substack nowadays; I should make one – much to say, a lot of everything I meant to say. When i find the time, the energy, the ability to actually live and turn back grasp on these things, but maybe if there’s a person who deserves to read it first, before the world and even before me, who’s uninterested anymore
Guilt
Too harsh, too strong…something about the unlovability of women too strong; does shedding vulnerability make you strong? where did I learn this from?
Reminisce
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I back at it again
skip. skip. skip
Let me in here, I know I've been here
Let me into your heart
skip. skip.
fuck the queue is done
rinse.
