I Lay There In the Dirty Bath Water
I lay there in the dirty bath water;
unable to raise myself up, like a
dog in quicksand, I wondered if I
should just yelp, or die, as the
grey water ran into my dream
and eye
I must have pulled something,
a muscle, a nerve, or a bank heist,
it wasn’t clear
this must be the same as having
a stroke, I thought; not being able
to use one side, a baby, a dog, waiting
for help.
And when I eventually rolled myself out,
and the arm came back to life, I vowed
never to bathe again, unless it was with
my wife.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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