Poem 1977 (3)

Lidia bathing

Humming in a private tone-language
Lidia felt her own enormity
she was decently soaping a big toe
having few feelings on the subject
it wasn’t entirely her fault after all
in any case she was a sensible girl
who always looked forward to tomorrow
That it never came made no difference
and would only have spoiled things.

She made some token splashes
absorbed in the reaction of water.
If she chose to overlook her failings
it was mainly due to their unimportance
Normality had begun its suffocation long ago
so she lay back in the soft foam
as sleep ran over her in tiny electric snakes
gliding from another realm.
There was just time for a snooze
before tea at five.


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