shower in south bombay

shower in south bombay i step in, and in between waves of fevering water splashing onto filthy palms knobs turn without my knowledge that knowledge which hovers above the blue-grey sea i am now the sea-link of Mumbai drops of water run under my skin to the drain, holes sweeping up the sweat of a million- and-one muscles, and all their moments fill the space of one walkways slant between droplets dark beyond my self and leftovers of soap escape to the tiled floor tile against tide bucket after bucket of truths spilled up to the ground of Dharavi rain inside holds blurring realities as they touch the ground and the ground’s closed eyes wince open