Under

Nowhere
to go
to be alone
and hidden
from the
scrutinizing
view
of loved ones
except the
bathroom—
the bathtub
if you can
get away
with it—
and you have
ten minutes
to get rid
of those tears
that will be
suppressed
not another
minute
and when you
turn off
the water
there will still
be grief
trying
to push
you under
which
you consider
for a moment
to be
somewhere
you should go.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-9-17

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