Water will not melt you.
It will only get so hot
And then it turns to steam.
I filled the porcelain tub
With the hot water faucet
All open, a plug in the drain.
I'm taking a hot bath
For the first time in three years.
Things change like they are
Invisible. You can't really see
The change, but you feel it.
The longest of any of the
Days of my life. Three
Years. I will not melt.
I will evaporate into the
Whisp of wind through
The gaping window, close
My eyes and float along
With the whisp. In a tub
Of very hot water.
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