Hot Water and What It Loosens

The shower is where I’m most honest. Whatever’s been managed all day—the face, the posture, the composed responses—comes apart under hot water. If things are good I’m belting out something half-remembered and ridiculous, volume up, no audience. If things aren’t, I’m on the tiles with my back against the wall, water getting colder, not moving toward anything in particular.

I put together a mixtape for both versions. Put it on before you get in. It plays however long you need it to—alone, or with someone.