my tub is my home
like a recharge,
electrical in nature
i return to the water
when the world buffets me down
when the world erodes my poor
poor body
with your words and your
calloused hands
and your stares and your
angry slammed
doors
when no one can love me
when i can't love even my
own eyes
or hair
i drown them in my tub
and i build back up again
so that i may love you
and forgive you
and understand you
so that i may spend the
next few days adoring you
and then i will need to bathe
again.
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