rinse

neutral, oat scented body wash
and mid-2000s hip hop
fit for a dimly lit bar or whatever;

fit for the memory of my first time
closing my eyes going for the girl
in the yellow shelter of a slide
on a playground during a field trip
	(seeing my friend catching us the
		second time that trip and getting
		really pissed about it);

fit for remembering when I worried
about not having an age in the single digits,
later
	riding the bus the first time and recoiling
	at the foul language i would embrace
later;

fit for still being a little kid but realizing that
if i did x action the girls in the back of the bus
would giggle and laugh;
	fit for the pavlovian response that followed
	when i realized girls didn't have cooties

fit for figuring my way around a school
with twice as many kids as it should have
been able to hold
	(fit for the faded four, five years
		past those times were)

shower head stops.