"You-hold this bucket of milk. And you-emerge from darkness." -Heather Christle, from The Difficult Farm

Service

I was taking a bath

and this was where the confusion began

I couldn’t tell where I stopped

and the water began

I couldn’t remember whether my parents

were people or droplets

I couldn’t remember whether people

were solids or liquids even

it’s like the water took me in as it’s own

or I took the water in as my own

and we were both happier that way

it was then that I wished

that the bath would never end

and the truth is I only washed

behind my ears because the movies

told me to do so