They made us shower naked.
Leave your towel at the entrance, enter the
hisss.
Hear the slap slap slap of feet
and wear nothing but puberty.
They made us shower naked.
Sneak a glance at bottoms, boobs.
What about when you have to turn, leave the
hisss?
I know your nakedness before your name.
You are pale and mottled, crouched, huddled.
They made us shower naked
but there’s an opaque curtain, mildewed, damp
for anyone whose ‘on’.
Hisss.
The dirty water stinks of socks, soiled tiles,
reeks of pipes, mouldy towels.
Feel the biting spray, flinch, when
they made us shower naked.
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