Ami Aleen Mink

The water’s running down my back,

As my forehead rests upon the mildew-stained shower door.

Hoping every droplet touching my wry walls

Soaks up a piece of the madness and frustration,

Whisking it down the drain cyclone style,

Lost with the other droplets of lunacy and confusion.

Washing away my bumpy avocado skin

Leaving me wet behind the ears and free.