Baby,
here it is,
that shampoo-in-your-eyes feeling.
not here
not there,
alone in your lashes.
maybe you will confess it
to a stranger:
that guy at the cash register
at the supermarket
you don't go to,
God,
your dog?
or maybe
you'll
wash rinse repeat
wash rinse repeat
until the sting
catches the drain
and the water gets
too cold
and you don't want
to be naked.
here it is,
that shampoo-in-your-eyes feeling.
not here
not there,
alone in your lashes.
maybe you will confess it
to a stranger:
that guy at the cash register
at the supermarket
you don't go to,
God,
your dog?
or maybe
you'll
wash rinse repeat
wash rinse repeat
until the sting
catches the drain
and the water gets
too cold
and you don't want
to be naked.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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