Parade from Love to Lent Pt. 2

See my bathwater hotness scale.

Scrub my empty disk.

A Void. People. Life. Style.

Pinned down by the tub's clawed feet.

Ladies in high heels
march plastic pinwheels
across the surface of the bubbled bath.

I'm bailing water back
inside the hull of my bathing boat.

My rubber ducks fly further south,
me at the sink with nothing more to float.

I'm all wet. I guess I blessed myself
with my head in this heat.

I'd like to one day be dirty enough.
Splash. Dry. Repeat.