#10 location poem.


Tub



In my bathtub
Under the bubbles
Practically the only place I'm allowed
To be naked

Soap on the tub's edge
Shampoo and conditioner
Just sitting there, making vain promises
Of shiny healthy hair

Happy in my skin
In my bubbly reverie
While the water cools off
And my fingers prune up.

It never lasts.



April 11, 2008

© 2008 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-12 at 06:05

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