The Bathtub’s Surface
Upon the surface lives another world
A world that I must sink beneath.
Skin cells dance with soapy suds
Loose hairs chime in to do the waltz.
Scabs are named prom king and queen
The toenail DJ plays their song.
I watch it all, a heavyweight
Not floating to the fun above.
In jealously I move to break the party –
It takes mere seconds and they’re back.
My only recourse is the drain
Yet, even then they shout in glee.
There’s no telling where the current takes them
And I guess that’s why I’m so forlorn.
Also, why I almost never take baths.