Wednesday, September 30, 2009

wednesdays have gone to the words

in celebration of my current research into domestic spaces--the last stanza of the title poem from matthea harvey's first collection, "Pity the Bathtub Its Forced Embrace of the Human Form":

Pity the bathtub its forced embrace of the human
form may define external appearance but there is room
for improvement within try a soap dish that allows for
slippage is inevitable as is difference in the size of
the subject may hoard his or her bubbles at different
ends of the bathtub may grasp the sponge tightly or
loosely it may be assumed that eventually everyone gets in
the bath has a place in our lives and our place is
within it we have control of how much hot how much cold
what to pour into it how long we want to stay when to
return though is inevitable because we need something
to define ourselves against even if we know that
whenever we want to we can pull the plug and get out
which is not the case with our own tighter confinement
inside the body oh pity the bathtub but pity us too

go, read the rest here (the line breaks are a bit odd in this version, obviously due to space issues. the lines actually break as they are printed above)

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