a
ceramic tub
closes its curtains
beige, all the way
up
plastic curls in the corners
silver bent seven table knives
wool washed white towels
objects, all the way
from under the drain,
flooding over closed
lids, all the way
into the vent,
swirl up
in
water sloshes
blue tinged with
green
tints the body
arms slosh, legs kick
floating
away
right down the drain
all the way
what if you open the curtains
and taste
bitterness in the way
plastic
brushes against
fingertips,
ensnares the
cheap chemicals in
rose-flavored
shampoo
gently gently
close the curtains
beige and plastic,
all the way
there is only a body floating away
bloated
in the colors of all
objects, objectivity, and order