le mot juste
© 2008 michele may



her boots were on the floor
next to the bathtub
creases from her ankles
bulges from her toes
full of life
as though they might
walk away
at any moment

she didn’t let the tub overflow
like the cliche
it was a full two inches
below the edge

her clothes were strewn
casually on the floor
around her boots
as if she’d stepped into
a welcomed bath
after a hard day

she was naked
and relaxed
beautiful, really

soaked in red water
as still
and right
as a hot summer night