Bathing.

Last night, I bathed for the first time.
It was a beautiful, porcelain bathtub with
silver claw feet.
Inside it, I reclined.

I rubbed the soap across my skin
with sponges and soaked in salt and
exhaled,
surrounded by vanilla candles, lit
and the fresh, cool spring air wafted in through
the window – I inhaled.

Then I climbed out of the porcelain tub,
dried myself off, sauntered
over to the window,
drew the curtains, and
pulled open the window further and
found the entire neighborhood was sparkling
clean.

“Bathing.” – bem