a poem
Past
one foot propped on the faucet
the other flips the drain
water
swirls
gurgles
drops
millimeter by millimeter
please take the shit with you
bracing her hands on either side
she rises
reaches for the towel
and rubs the
folds
curves
creases
lines
dry
seeking eradication
Reader Comments (12)
Someone had a nice hot bath, hopefully no tub ring.
Fun piece Liz!
Love the directive, "please take the shit with you." If only it worked that way!
Very nice.
Beautiful!
Somehow this set me thinking...
Very moving, Liz... I have felt like this all too much lately...
xo
Really like the shit line, too, as if that were possible. Also the lining of the poem itself works finely, all those narrow one-word lines, that final hope for a clean erasure (and again, as if that were possible).
Yes. Yes, if only it could....
great end line and a good use of form!
Yes, a lot happens between the faucet and the drain, much we don't control. Well done.
It's like a modern-day Lady Macbeth, but with less melodrama.
I like it...a lot.