Coming Out of the Shower
I shut my eyes under the scalding stream scrubbing off last night’s dream when suddenly I hear your voice again as though it caught in the clogged drain and was sent bubbling back up from the other world where you’re not my mother. This time it’s really you. I’m really here. I blink. We do not disappear. Dad left, you say, to shower at the shop so I don’t need to stop just yet—and yet I do, unable to resume old customs, unlike you. In a one-bath four-person household, we learned what we mustn’t see, become, in time, so coolly intimate with one another’s silhouette behind the opaque frosted shower screen that once more stands between us two. While at the mirror you apply foundation and concealer, I wash out my hair with rosewater shampoo, which means I’ll smell like you all day. Mama, I shout, I’m coming out, and as you look away I knot around me tight your lavender robe de chambre, cinching my waist, and clamber out of the tub, taking care not to step outside the cotton mat and drip on the cracked floor you’ve polished with such zeal we’re mirrored in each tile. Yet, you’d forgive the spillage, or forget. What else will you love me despite? Originally appears in The Palace of Forty Pillars (Tinhouse, 2024)
Audio: Armen Davoudian reads “Coming Out of the Shower”
Photo Credit: Matthew Lansburgh
Armen Davoudian is the author of The Palace of Forty Pillars (Tin House), which won the Northern California Book Award in Poetry and was long-listed for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Poetry. He is also the translator, from Persian, of Nabood by Fatemeh Shams (Copper Canyon Press, forthcoming Spring 2027). He grew up in Isfahan, Iran and lives in Berkeley, California.
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Interesting how the rhymes become more slant-rhymes as the poem progresses and the speaker steps away from conformity to straight masculinity.
I love this poem. I believe I first encountered it on the Poetry Unbound podcast 💖