he prolongs his bath
procrastinating what comes next
in the room down the hall is his mother, Ida
you don't know her
he stares at a bubble
knowing he will have to help her go to the bathroom
watch her cry as she realizes, again
you're my son, not my father
he unplugs the tub and rises, as slow as his mother
reaches for a towel for his naked body
watching the bubble
listening to the gurgle and swirl
water circling drain
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