Hairy Showers
April 11, 2011 by admin | Filed under Life Abroad, The Netherlands.
Hairy Showers
It’s my hair.
Right there. On the shower wall.
And I don’t care.
As it is my hair.
Not the couples from down the hall.
The thick haired guys from up above.
The girlfriends from the night before.
My hair that is on the floor
Clogging up the drain.
And I can shower all day long
From night to dawn.
On and on.
Let the hot water run down the pipes.
It’s all the same to me.
As it washes away my hair.
Not yours, not his, not theirs
But mine.
And sometimes Maartens too.
Oh what to do
With all this newfound clean time?
Why I think I shall go wash my hair
And let it sit there for awhile.
Marking its territory.
Making a home for itself.
Casually clinging to the shower curtain.
Stating…I belong.
I can move freely about the shower
Without care…no squeamish thoughts
Oh my gosh, what is that…
Who’s is that?
Why now…it’s ok.
It’s just my hair!
August 5, 1999
Written in the shower today while realizing that I no longer had to freak out over the fact that I was the only one who washed away all remnants of “me” while the other 5 tenants who shared our previous shower never did. Today I am showering in my own private shower that Maarten and I share with no one else.
Julia Ann Ferguson (3 months before adding Andriessen to my name!)
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