Pull the plug on those big blue  bathtubs for eyes
once you've let your tears surround
you knees like the great big sea
and let your eyelashes become whispering sand
that stings your cheeks with sea salt kisses
and let your hands become seagulls that fly away
or sea lions that sink to the bottom of your bathtub
spiraling down
in a crystal whirlpool
right
past your eyes
trickling down your nose
and
into
your mouth