Lavender Bubble Bath, “Do you hear me
cackling or think my dark humor can be
softened by your flower union with honey?”
There are bruises on the white paper cells
covering my body that suggest I was beaten
while in reality a doorway grew narrower
while I was sitting in a chair.
It would be easier to convince your Herbal Essence
I was attempting to purge the effects of a tequila binge
than simply state, “I walked directly into the wall.”
Dear lavender, “Do you think it unfair
to be trapped in a porcelain tub
listening to my madness with no escape
except a drain that will carry the echo
of my voice as you descend into sludge?”
Oh, I can’t breathe… I can just see the expression
on my husband’s face if I told him I had the most
delightful soak while I was interrogating bubbles.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
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