A Bath Demolished
Marguerite lies helpless in the Wine drunk total of sudden love
Her ears to the Music, knee deep in her bath Tub, shiverless
and although no one noticed her crying, her tears were good
Revering how it happened, earlier that day
in a moment of profound vanity, she had carelessly flipped back her full locks of hair and got caught Dead in a stare
innocuous boy, she dropped her things shocked at his utmost
flustering to pick them up, nevertheless he helped her anyway
and he carried her all the way down the pavement
across the street
and during her long drive to her flat
he helped her turn the key twice and swing open the door
it was hopeless she stripped immediately as she bunny-hopped and wrangled her way to the tub
each careless piece of clothing fluttering utterly to the hard wood floor soaked in gentle sun
So here she iswrithing in the dreamwoven undertow of the bath
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