Joanna Gilman Hyde

I just woke from a dream

of being hurled to a prison floor

with My X Husband’s German Shepherd

lying on Me, peeing on Me

so I couldn’t get up

I couldn’t call to that dog I once cared about

Someone got Me out

assigned Me to a Shower

when I stood before Her

I announced, “This is because of dog urine”

She said,  “You danced all night once in My House”

The Shower was open to a room

filled with teenagers giggling and watching

as I stood naked

under a series of levers,

some of them broken,

I chose “Stream”

and was assailed, blasted

and again could not breathe

Someone chose “Rain”

and that was better, lighter

but then Someone made “Iridescent  Bubbles”

pop out of a circulating shower bar

overhead

and I was happy