I slowly turn the switch-

For a second nothing happens,

But soon the temperature falls.

Cold water hits me like a fastball of ice-

Maybe I’ve made a mistake here?

For a second I am shocked,

But soon I become more alert.

It keeps my hair healthier

It keeps my colors crisp

Even if I want warmth on my chest-

So I sustain this frenemy, even though

Staying like this doesn’t feel the best.

I lean away, my body hunched;

Only my hair touches it

So I don’t freeze too much.

But still- do I really want this?

Eventually I make the decision:

My hair’s all washed,

I don’t have to deal

With this cold anymore.

So I indulge in the heat.

I go from a slap to a hug

And suddenly I’ve switched-

Water flows everywhere except my head.

I don’t have to worry anymore.