"procelain" poems
as the hot water
cascades over my body
and the dull gleam
of the procelain bathtub
blurs in my
peripheral vision,
i am in a slight trance
of contemplation.
*(as simple as
they may seem
showers truly are
the best times
to think.)*
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC