Monday, December 19, 2011

winter bathes

drops of red wine
dribble down my chin
into the bath
to stew lukewarm
with hairs, dirt,
body.

the television advertises
a man who can control
the temperature of his body
with his mind --
how indivisible.

i pick a blemish at my jaw.
there is no containment
everything fades
nothing
holds
fast

i scrape at myself
and watch
the vapors rise.