Dark Bathroom (Ivy Alvarez)

Posted on August 20, 2010 by in Heightened Talk

water fills your mouth as your glass eyes stare from underneath

the tap — the old tub holds you cold and mute

and your back’s warmth leaches clockwise down the drain

before you went we both smelt metal in the air

your stockings madden me calves akimbo like you’re angry

knees hooked over the edge

you’re quiet now I like you this way your skirt a lens flare

there is no sound but for the taps that run on

wet words falling into your mouth

response to Corinne May Botz’s photograph of the same title