A beer and a bubble bath: sarnac hefeweizen and booth’s shea butter cream bath. Dear friend, this was the best idea you’ve ever had. I’m thinking of someone and not because I’m naked – it’s nothing like that though my breasts stand out like cones in a construction zone – how are they so white compared to the rest of me? I wait for the bubbles to disperse, but they never do and the cut from the foil around the wine bottle when I was cooking dinner earlier begins to burn. I bled for 20 minutes, left a red trail on a lemon’s skin. I’m thinking of someone who I hope can hear me – sending a thought, a prayer, a loving pigeon into the rain. I dip down, dunk my head under water – when I was younger I couldn’t hear the water this way, always deaf with earplugs because I had tubes and one water droplet would lead to ear after ear of infections. And now, listening, I hear an energy roaring like a freight train. Is that me? Is that what we sound like through the water’s echo? Do our bodies carry so much steam?
Beer and a bath
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4 responses to “Beer and a bath”
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gorgeous, this.
xoxo
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Thanks, Angella. Hopefully the first of many beer and bubbles.
xoxo
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And I hope the hoped-for someone could hear you. What our bodies carry is infinite…we can’t even guess the magnitude, the materials. Steam would be a place to start. And don’t we think better in water? xxo
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It was hard to remember everything I needed to remember. Technology and water don’t mix well and somehow our brains are put in the middle. It was such a wonderful thing to hear, a different way to hear a body I inhabit indefinitely – I know the creaks and moans and palpitations, but have never been aware of that hum before. A body of water in a body of water. It’s strange being mostly made of water that we can’t breathe in it. oh well – at least we float. xo
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