thejunkyardprocession revamped | Page 63

zach rodis Bathtub Drip Drip Eyelids closed A rubber duck floats above a nipple Tiled floor covered in faded pink towels I learn over the bath We are losing gravity Come on Come up for air Come up for air I need to see you hyperventilate Shiver Your eyes would widen causing a miniature tsunami in the tub I am above the surface Not quite immersed Poised Talking Demanding you to elevate Voice lost underneath Come on You can do it Come up for air Come up for air Come up for air Come up for air 63