I am in the tub
The water leaks
Reeks with memory, smells of the sweetest soaps of both desire and disasterWading in warmth
That will willingly abandon me
Yet I bask in it anywaysSometimes things slip into the tub for good reason
Maybe the slamming bottle signifies other times that it should be set downMaybe as we bathe
Maybe as we cleanse
We realize
We findI am in the tub