At the Spa

In a bathtub with the world
less relaxed as I track detached skin
attached to a long dark hair
grey at the root after it collides
an unapologetic bump into my slick bare thigh

Ruffles are smoothed as a flutes echoes through
the artificial falls tempest roar
a glance through the skylight brings a castle
and a stranger in the window watching us
watch each other

winter bodies undressed winter minds
shocked flaccid skin repels
glazed direct stares passive agressive
hunt for used lounge chairs

free fruit, tea and cucumber water
compliment the sour patch kids
hidden in my purse.

It kinda sucks and it could be worse

#thoughtsfromthespa #localsdiscount #icantreallyaffordthis #duh

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