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Wildflower

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9 months ago
Dirty Bath Water

Dirty Bath Water

Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can't change. The sins of yesterday still taint what's supposed to be cleansing me.

Soaking, I wonder if tomorrow will be better, if tomorrow will be different.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

The bubbles are made of your choices, & your desires are the soap that slides along my scarred & tired body.

Tonight. I lay in the swirling bath of the life you've poured for us.

I try to wash away your sins, scrubbing harder so that somehow I may leave room for the potential I know you have.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner.

I dream of days where the bubbles may pop & fill the air with wonder, & the soap may be sensual instead of some kind of cleansing ritual.

Scrubbing scrubbing, scrub a little harder, scrub a little longer:

Maybe if you can't change, I'll become someone new.

Tonight, I wash you off of me, watching as our lives swirl down the drain. The stain of your lies rings the rim of my tub like maybe they're stuck here instead of to me this time. If I make this water deeper, will I still feel so blue?

Maybe tomorrow I'll be cleaner; maybe I'll be someone new.

-kalika

Dirty Bath Water (spoken word)
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Laying in the bathtub trying to forget what I can’t change. The sins of yesterday still taint what’s supposed to be cleansing me. Soaking,

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8 months ago

Pensacola

a pen to hold us in the summertime

where nature speaks and colors rhyme

sunset reflections across the shoreline

a day well spent to restore my mind

holding onto vitamin D daydreams

while my joy basks in sun-ray beams

and peace blows in with the cool breeze

time froze the devil in the deep blue sea

the ebb and flow; matter in motion

feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing

the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean

chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing

swimming below waves as they break

beach volleyball games well played

in red bikinis while drinking all day

a place far enough from home to escape

carrying sand between my naked toes

buried in the land of a world unknown

where water cools and the warm sun glows

there’s no better place I could’ve chose

-kalika


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