i never thought 'no' was hateful, though the beautiful of 'yes' weighed heavily on my mind now i am beyond the question, and i'll never know my daughter, i ponder that as i soak in the bath water. the plants i placed around my tub tickle my forearm, and where are you but in the foreground of all those thougts. i sit for an hour, provoked, until i muster up the resolution to lather up my wash cloth i wash my body and face, and my ****-- and i'm clean of you. - libby
