(Hot is hot,
whether or not it leaves me fraught.)
I used to love to
stand in steam;
Hot showers were my
friend.
But now they’re
just a horrid dream –
I totter till they
end.
It’s not that I
despise the drip,
And I still lather
clean.
But heat can send
me on a trip
Requiring Dramamine.
Such paroxysms make
me reel;
I’m glad to have a
rail.
An unintentional
cartwheel
Would go beyond the
pale.
My hands and feet
no more may prune.
I rinse off and
step out.
Before I can belt
out a tune,
It’s time to stop
the spout.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from Judith, 1966
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