circling the drain
Let’s not resist it any longer.
I want to go down the drain with you
where things are hairy and sticky and mysterious and stinky.
I want to grab your hand and show you how thrilling it is
to go winding down the twists and turns
sludge on your hands, breath stolen from your chest.
And when we come out the other side in some other unmapped place
I really want to turn to you, tenderly remove the toenail from your hair
and say, “Well done, my friend. That was a hell of a ride!”
Copyright Cynthia Berg 2017