TEN2

I stare.
I stare at the wall.
I stare at the tiled wall and I think.
I don’t think.
I stare at the tiled wall as I sit in the bath and contemplate.
My body wrinkles from the water.
Only the tips of my hair are wet.
I sit and I stare, but I don’t think.
There is a towel behind me.
There is a brick wall beside me.
But I stare ahead.
My hands are dry.
My make up is running.
The water.
The water.
The water is lukewarm.

I’m sitting and I’m staring and I’m not thinking.
I’m wet and I’m cold and I’m contemplating.
I’m contemplating, but not this time.
Maybe, maybe next time.