Category Archives: Bath

Slow Down

Presented with assorted bombs to addwhen I immerse to bathe, I chose Slow Down.I wasn’t feeling agitated, mad,or any shade of blue. I’d be aroundmy home for days – I wanted to relax.It couldn’t hurt to let a bomb remindme … Continue reading

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Sleepy Bear

I seldom take much time to fall asleep.I slumber lightly but I drift off fast.Last night, although I had no woes to keepme conscious, no anxieties amassed,I didn’t welcome Morpheus. At last,from 2 a.m. to 7, I went wheremy dreams … Continue reading

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Avo Bath

There was no actual calamity –a canceled train one way, and coming back,computers down and signs no one could see,while in between my sleep was short and slack.I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,and tired parents’ optimism black.I made it home. … Continue reading

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Bath Denied

Two days ago, I ran a bath for meto linger in and soak my stress apart.I entered it half-full – the wateryamassment hadn’t reached desired depth,when pressure ebbed and flow decreased to bea dribble to a drop, and then all … Continue reading

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Water Level

So after 12 years off and 2 years on,my mania to bathe begins to slow.It hasn’t disappeared – it isn’t gone.I love to be immersed, and if I knowmyself I always will. That I’d foregotoday surprises me. It’s not the … Continue reading

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Personal Hygiene

I’m in the bathtub every Thursday eve. The water’s always hotter than I meant, so I don’t soak as much as sweat, and leave the bath with scant a quarter hour spent. The first of every month I wash my … Continue reading

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The New Toilet

I listened to an architect one day, who lectured, if we want to take the road to smart design and use, then come what may, we have to give first place to the commode. “For we can cook outside, or … Continue reading

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Bathroom

My favorite room is where I take my bath, eliminate all waste, and shed old skin. In silver water I submerge my wrath. A gulp of water cleanses me within. More vivid are my bathroom memories than those of any … Continue reading

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Hex

Every minute yesterday it seemed I had to push me up an endless hill with leaden legs, on avenues that teemed with people who looked hungry, sad or ill. The sun was golden warm and stronger bright than it had … Continue reading

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Making a Naiad

Once upon a time, there died a girl who adored water. Not so much to drink, unless she was very thirsty. No, her name was Cody and she loved to be surrounded by water. If you asked her, she would … Continue reading

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