You can’t take a bath
In the morning
Says a fuckwit.
I exhale
Swell up from the water, dripping silver
Feel the red scabs
Beneath my hair
Like strawberries
In a muddied patch
To live and walk in steam
My eyesnosemouth smear
Oil in heat
And do nothing
Really nothing
To change my living breathing being
to change the directional pull
bones pulling me downwards
Seeking softness
Or the most down
Of anything ever
Drag me to the
Hot Core
I will find the comfort
There.
Stefanie Moore 