exercise from the poem 'Reunion' - Marie Howe
the first and last moment i loved him was in his apartment bathroom in san diego.
i was bobbing in a tub of bubbles, scents of lillacs and skumky puffs of marijuana clouds circled our skulls. so high.
he sat on the toilet seat, staring at my face, ignoring the slips of scenic body parts
popping from the foamy surface water
i never felt so safe or wholly loved by a man.
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