in the hot bath, soaking
after a long
hard day at work,
getting the soreness
out of my
bones and muscles,
i reminisce about
Betty's legs when she
wears high heels.
i lie back,
my head on a sponge,
in the suds and bubbles,
until the water
goes cold,
and then i start to think
about how
nice it would be to have
handles
sticking
out of the tile that i can
pull onto
when getting out.
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