bathtime

i'm telling you
i've got eyes
that only see
what they look for
and i've been
bubbling in a bath
of regret feeling the
sweat that comes
floating out of the
soapy fen
in bubbles
magnifying
the terrible
sweet moments
that have clung to me
since my beginning
of memory
and when I
reach out my
hand to feel
the imprint of
importance on
the swirls of
my finger
they go pop