Claw-Foot Tub

Run the faucet
Light several vanilla scented candles - bath salts and bubbles are all ready to go
Rose pattern paper peeling from years of steam and heat
Her slip falls to the tiled floor
Before she steps in

Lost all track of time
A slight movement causes the water to lap at porcelain cliffs like minute waves
Was that a sound from the other side of the door?
Upon the wall the roses seem to be dying
The candles flicker and spit
Suddenly she realizes
The water is much deeper than it should be

And the color’s all wrong



From Reciting Shakespeare with the Dead, published by Hammer & Anvil Books, and available from Amazon.