Quest

Canary yellow on the wall
Dangling weaves of cotton and color
Loops and twists
Just hanging all wet
Wet and dripping
The shower steam hot and chlorinated
I inhale the chemicals
And it dries out my skin
My elephant
Alligator skin
And I never lotion after the shower
I don’t like the slippery on the dry
But it’s different with you
Fat roles get in the way of real love making
But there is the idea that
Someone else invented
Steamy
Chlorinated sex
Impossible for the big ones
We can barely fit on the kitchen counter
So I stand there instead
Eyes closed
Your eyes on me
I can feel them staring into the back
Of my head
Down my back
To my ass
My big ass
The water runs over my face
I open my mouth
The toxins role in and I feel them on my tongue
I spit them out and down the drain they go
Out into the wild with the rest of them
The worst part is drying off
Parts of the body jiggle where they aren’t supposed to
And the towel never fits around the body like
You see in the movies
The bottom of the shower looks like a Monet piece
Spats of color here and there and blending just right

Being a woman is fierce at times
And takes me by surprise