Its been badly in need of re-glazing since I moved here 15 years ago.
The pock-marked enamel barely belies the emergent rusty oxides that mingle with blue detergent stains and purple residue.
It is a beautiful pitted tub and cracked tiles with nothing behind them but sleeping waterbugs.
Flakes of the linen-colored enamel float in the soap scummy water, but I only have a giant candle burning so it’s not the enamel or the scum that distracts me from the mixing bowl of angel hair pasta and tomatoe sauce, but the bouncing light on the filmy plastic shower curtain.
Its a blessed moment and could almost die.
There is plenty of time to eat.
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| Katherine's Tub After Graduation |
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