Landis Everson sunbathing, circa some time ago


Rinse (A Shampoo Sequel)

There wasn’t anything there. What came out of the bottle was air to soften a loneliness dulling my hair. My hair gleamed in the evening instantly like light. The sweet tiles smelled of white roses. My hair threw me across the shower, across the room. You saw me, empty bottle in hand. You came for me. You genie you saw me naked everywhere where it mattered, where you rubbed hair against hair, where on stilts steamily we crossed the bathroom floor to the bedroom next door where the stilts slipped apart, where sheets folded us up in one rose not yet far from full blooming.

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