Dec 13

Bathing

Someday-
when the birds sing and
the sun is hot
and the trees are green-
I'm going to take a bath.

I'll scrub myself clean
to the point
where my skin will have
no memories left.

The skin that covers my arms,
legs, stomach, chest,
back, neck, and hands,
will be soft once more.

One day
I will be clean of this chapter.