Bath Water
A Poem

we drove to New York in a convertible our asses a tea party inches above the highway and how fast there went twinkling Baltimore there came maze of maze D.C., and then we parked on Broadway outside your father’s apartment building, heard voices in the streets relational, electric, socks-off fortifying, and went to the library where we stood by the lions and understood the perilous future with hope and bars of soap waiting to be picked up to bubble across and drench whatever we could because we knew things, wild things, dirty things, good things, about cleaning up sometimes referred to in whispers as courage,
followed by, looked forward to, while abandoning everything a late late afternoon lunch with wine
Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) wanted (this is good) something for a prompt that sounded like not being afraid (this is better), or being able to have a voice and not worrying over it. If it meant something else, this is also about being strong and loving your friends (this is an offer).
