Colleen Kane

THE SHOWERS 

“Happiness was like a green vine 
spreading through her, stretching 
fine tendrils, bearing flowers 
through her flesh.” ―Patricia 
Highsmith, The Price of Salt
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The young Creole’s—
face in the shower
got longer, longer

Distending like—
his dick, getting
longer, darker
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Making me—
feel so awfully
weak in the knees

Until finally—
I groveled down
at his toes