trigger belly fire I have memories of the way water used to trickle down weaving down the slope of his scalp to his heavy brow or how sweat would fall in patterns depending on how he stood I think of this when I stand under the shower feeling the water run between my newly chopped hair and down into my eyes it triggers the taste of sweat and letting my guard down for real I wear ghost hair marks on my neck where I run the brush too far mistaking out of habit for hair to be there and woven into sweaters I haven't worn in weeks are the long hairs I seem to find everywhere that remind me I had the patience to grow it (so maybe he might not recognize me then?) but I like it the way it is if only for the taste of his salty sweat that the trickle down of water brings back to me for do not regret the mistakes you have made unless you were willing to make others to replace them 030228 what's it to you? who go blather from