Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Bree poem

love comes clean

we are in this john together.

i am your sink undermounted.

u go with your own lighting
inter-connecting in lines
where they r.

crusted in plaque, you are
also rusty in places.

yet u (&the mildew)
collect in th folds
of th Mat of Absorbency.

u are my john.

in quote marks,
you floor to
ceiling me
more than ever Before the
Porcelain, before u and i lain

th towels together
on th table we bought
for that

we standing in th tub
drip seeing us
see us in th Fog of Mirror.