Steam rose from the bath...
I sighed as each toe made waves on the fluid canvas
Where my bewildered life would splash its uneasiness
Into a step-in portrait of my motherhood.
Some would call it courageous to be responsible for another human;
I call it courageous to sit in the tub for more than 10 minutes.
As my body heats and each body part
has made all the whirls possible in a state of eventual ennui,
I can no longer stand the boiling of my body
into tender meat for the market I forgot about a long time ago
when I met my son's father,
I got out...
the lavender and rosemary leaves and debris settled low along the edges
like an abstracted Turkish coffee cup reading,
Distinctly seeing my mysterious future as a forgotten queen.
Nervous, I dried my limbs and thought about time,
My raisin-tips reminded me of my body's wrinkles and what was left
of playing with my boy.
Hugs and soccer everywhere make ripe memory stamps
To seal the love letter I will send on paper made of a family of fallen tress,