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Our Bathtub Poems Jessica McGee Water droplets make friends, Multiply amongst themselves. Gather on the tile and puddles at my feet when the story begins. A water droplet transforms into a stream, As I scream In my head because I don’t want to distract you from your daydream. How kind of me. ~ Can I tell you a secret? I do not know how to organize my thoughts. When I pay attention to the little whispers in my head, I lose sense of time, Sense of self, Sense of sense. Take a trip with my best friend, Dissociation. Tear myself apart before I blindly piece my being together. ~ On second thought, I do not want to think about it anymore . . . Forcing the hinges shut. Water droplets turning my skin red I adore. The tingling sensation reminds me of a cigarette butt. Something to ease the disease that is my mind. Add it to the bill and tip the waiter. Another destructive hobby outlined. Makes me question my creator.
