Spartan Bath

Separate spigots.

Chain and stopper. 

Light switch in the hall.

Reflection in a compact won't do.

I take the liberty to hang a mirror

near the jamb, pull my hairdryer cord

indulgently under the door.

Life can be too clean; I apply war paint,

mess with your modest towels,

bestow Cherokee mementos.

Lipstick graffiti.  Voodoo.  

I dead man's float in your tub;

leave my soap on the edge.

Feathers on your floor.

tk/April 2014

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Reflection

Another lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...

I see myself

as you might see me ―

move room to rug,

dream at each window,

make note of my reflection

and save it for later.

I murmur sleep-talk,

say only the most important words,

because you know

enough of the others,

to understand me completely,

as you do night trees

that brush the same stretched sky ―

the lucid winter sough.

tk/January 2013

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