Foam Bath

The splash of water fades
as I sink slowly into
snow-white froth,
crowning my hair with sparkling
butterflies.

I flick bubbles into the air
watching as they float
so lazily, reflecting distorted,
Bloated images of myself,
against convex surfaces.

I witness the deaths
of lifeless circumferences,
bursting
just as they touch
reality.

I wonder if I
am like a bubble
floating through the air
aimlessly, without
direction.

Will I shatter
into countless pieces
until there is no longer any
trace of myself
on the slippery floor?

14 June 2006

Girlfriend

Do you love
me more
than your girlfriend?

Do you love
the way she dresses
in chic skirts and necklaces?

Do you love
the way she pouts
like all girls in love?

Do you hate
the way I choose
jeans and plain turtlenecks?

Do you hate
the way I prefer
practicality over fantasy?

Do you hate
the way I think
and refuse to humour you?

Do you love
me for myself,
or me the girlfriend?

14 June 2006