Our Bathroom

Our sister was twelve
when the showerhead fell
on her thigh.

Mom ran in and we didn’t see them
again for a few hours.
After the bruise stopped
growing, she said the room
had whispered
all through her shower,
but when she turned
off the water to listen,
it attacked her.

The next day we were passing a bottle
of tea around the basement.

She’d been staring out the door
into the garage.

Then she looked at us
and asked,

What if the shower
was a time-capsule
and it just forgot
what it was supposed
to say?

Added: March 1, 2013 | Last changed: June 7, 2014