Dishes stacked high cracked
Jam smeared on dinner plates
Salt and pepper shakers covered by
bills and love letters scattered over the dining room table
The bathroom door is left open
A lady’s leg is propped over the edge of the tub
Her leg is shaved and slick as the slip n slide that nearly knocked us out in our childhood
smells of lavender and rum dance
Strands of her red hair lead the way to the pink wash cloth hiding her breasts
She has a candle burning
And a book about love in the old days
She’s full
Alone in that bathroom she needs only to know what happens in the next chapter
-Saschia
