04/30/2026
I never know when the ideas will come, let alone whether or not they will matter to someone.
You can never know that, you can only try.
I wrote this poem while in the shower. I was wasting water in my usual way. I got in there after I noticed my underarms smelled a little too strong.
All the while, in the back of my head I'm thinking about a story I watched on Corpus Christi's dwindling water supply. They are set to be the first American city to officially run out of water.
And why you might ask? For big oil companies to manufacture plastic, like the kind used for water bottles.
So I'm in the shower, soaping up my pits and wondering what deodorant I should use when I chuckle and say, "well this wouldn't be a problem if I just drank more water."
And that's when I thought about how I'm taking an extra long shower when people in Corpus Christi are being asked to use timers on theirs.
When I'm struggling to remember to drink all my water, they're saving sink water to water their plants, and counting the cups they can give to their kids.
And for what? For more plastic?
So I wrote this poem, because that's what came to me while standing in the shower, and realizing that water should be my favorite perfume, and soon we may all need to fight for just one more sip.
