poetry, Writing

Bathtub 

I sit in the tub and read.

Almost daily,

In here nothing can phase me.

Nothing can amaze me,

My time to be lazy.

The hot water can raise me.
To a better place, a renewed space.

Resetting my user interface.
A reboot.
Feeling absolute…
Sitting here in my birthday suit.

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