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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3754 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Aqua Pura M Four times the earth will samba with the sun. There will be four chances to savor the perfect summer plum, four battery changes in the smoke alarms, one hour lost in each of four upcoming springs. There will be swelling, organ failure, coma, death. I wash my face in the bathroom’s second basin, the one I’ve never used in all the years I’ve lived here. It is pristine. Water bursts from my fingers to fabricate firework motifs on the mirror. It leaps like a lovesick river, overflows its banks, ravishes tiles, deflowers the wallpaper, puddles in rapture on the rug. Water percolates along the floor, perambulates out the door, and leaves me to wonder what in god’s name was I saving it for. |
