the water divides //
my body into many parts-
some i like, some
i don't -
in between the stone-scrubbing,
i am confessing to the walls-
here's my unwanted cells, coarse hair,
the ugliest of my side, the words
i wanted to say but couldn't -
take it all, aLL, ALL // i peer at myself closely:
wrinkling flesh, scabs & purplish veins,
tiny freckles, dry lips & unpolished nails-
as foamy suds sag under the weight,
i recite verses of contrition
you are beautiful, it wasn't your fault,
don't be too harsh on yourSELF--
the tiles are silent, even the toilet
seat covers itself, not joining in the private chat-
unlike in the public bathroom, i
let everything out, ouT, oUT, OUT until --
there is nothing to drown into,
only a ritual of penance as I towel dry-
groomed & scaled into a page,
i step out &
write again--
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Claudia, where we are writing bathroom poetry ~ How fun is this ~ Have a good weekend ~
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