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Connections: August 8.17

 My grandma’s tub had feet

and Olympic-pool-sized feeling

her toilet had a chain

that hung down from the ceiling.

More, the bathroom window

was tall and opened wide

so fresh air and scent of train

could cleanse the room inside.

Now I have this footless

peculiarity

someone mean invented

to taunt and bully me.

It can’t be cleaned without

risking tendinitis

when I fold to fit its contours

it gives me rigor mortis.

It’s called a garden tub

a pity and a shame

someone ought to sue

for slandering garden’s name.

The window can’t be opened

the toilet’s in a box

so I reach way back in memory

where my grandma’s bathroom rocks.

 

 

 

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Connections: January 7

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERATen-HUT!

Chin UP!

Chest OUT!

No lay-about!

Nostrils flared!

Oak fangs bared!

Nothing dreaded,

level-headed!

Sears-Roebuck faithful

snarling and wraithful

single-pawed

iron-jawed,

sentry and friend

to unseen end.

A century’s guard

in service unmarred

to Unkown, then Pauline,

then Catherine, then Maureen.

Generations align

in family sign:

my great-grandma’s

my grandma’s

now mine.

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