Dreary, Linda

crawls to the mouth of her
bathtub, listless, demand
stay where you are
gently, useless
all hidden things not
hers;
demanding, listless.

Two words festoon
the same cornersteps,
mostly painless.
A weight, stars to be
hold, breathless
crawls to the deep end of her
bathtub, coarse hair;
not mine.

You cannot ingratiate
marble, sparkless,
a monument to your day
useless, demanding.
In a sense a joy to behold
sparse, tasteless
washed in the froth of
your day;
listless.