A Blue Bath

My favorite bomb will turn the water green,
but gifted with a dreidel shape, I chose
to drop it yesterday. (It wouldn’t mean
as much next week). Around my toes
and hips releasing blue, it fizzled clean
and marbled creamy white, and charmed my nose
with waves of myrrh and wafts of orange drop.
It melted spinning smoothly, like a top.

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