and their dusky pink bathtubs
that were all the rage
filled to the lip with bubbles
big enough to hold their rage
their joy, their day
if given lip, myth of mouths
being scrubbed
lavender hiccups
joined by Luna’s hum
harmonize to trill a
rub-a-dub-dub
and swimming back and forth
to the beat of this coarse yet ethereal drum
is a little yellow duck
their beady black eyes
a witness to both ends of life
Studio LERIAL 
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