the water bill

i am singing in the shower.
no one will ever hear this,
but its beautiful

i don't care what the old man upstairs says
i think this is poetry
i don't care what the old woman in my head
says
i think its art

long blue butterfly wings
uncrinkle stretch and fly
the steam balmy
around my bellybutton

sometimes we lose things
from the belly from the heart
i could stay in the shower for 40 minutes
and still not wash it all away

you're not here
anymore
to knock on the door
you don't care how long i take
you don't even know

i pay the water bill myself
now