two women from so much water on the floor, the trail from bathroom to bedroom that’s how a woman knows another woman – knows if she’s washed her hair from the loose thread of the elastic band, she can tell this is the pair of underwear the other wears most from the seeds of passion fruit clinging to her back, down the curve between her buttocks she knows the other’s fond of those natural soaps touching the other’s breast, she’ll notice the imprint of a brassiere or if she prefers not wearing...
