And is it within the realm of possibility that this happened so I have something new to write about? I like this, though I'm not about to send it to Poetry.Com.
wash
cold porcelain against
my naked back
entering
before warm fill
a chilly safety
no rubber duckie toy
but tools aplenty
a cup
a cloth
two plastic
garbage bags
arm and leg held up
lean backward awkward in the bath
inquisicat slinks in
wondering what
his stupid human is about
no soak of luxury
but clean
funny all the things
i never thought of
23 october 2003
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