Bathroomfront Writer’s Retreat
A poem about wanting water
Published in
Aug 30, 2024
Stabbing at something like writing (yet worse)
in something like a bathtub (but better)
as it fills up up up slow. No,
wild waterfall, running river, or tedious ocean tide
but enough
to hold me
now.
If this isn’t good, this isn’t good. I don’t know—I don’t… How?
