tangents

fiction - for my besties <3

You can use my shampoo, she says, and you thank her and step over the lip of the tub. The valve’s a little wonky, she says, then proceeds to adjust. She has a secret, a technique. Perfect pressure pours down, wets your eyebrows, your wrists. Always some kind of problem in old buildings, you say, and she gives you a look that flashes in the air, spinning…