bathtub

at the moment spending any time away from writing feels like sneaking away behind the back of a lover - guilty, unsettling, mind always half there. i love what's happening between the pages though. things like this :

bathtub

i call you little fish
pull you from the front door to the tiny bathroom splashed with tulips in glasses,
fresh ones under the mirror and the wilted dozing over the filling tub
night falls as we sink groaning into hot water