I was dripping from the nozzle of shames' long neck night after night
It was the pitter patter that reminds me of what it was like to hunger inside my own pipeline like skin
And the steady flow of water through the form of a shower head- pregnancy; real
Unearthing further from a silently pollinating culture prying for all the sordid details
Stuck behind the would be veil of clever sportsmanship.