Shampoo & Sponge Bath
by J. W. Marshall
1.
It takes a small face
to see itself
in the handmirror offered
when staff says
it’s time to wash that greasy hair.
Says it’ll help.
Like a tuber on the pillow
or the shadow of a spade
is how
I remember looking. Water slopped
on my gown and skin and sheets.
When they laid my head back
into the metal basin
I died and happily that time.
2.
There was a terrifyingly large sky
that first day they rolled me
out for air.
Terrifyingly.
And clouds like balled-up cobwebs.
What if the chair got caught
in a crack or on a rock—I watched for that.
There’s one the orderly said
meaning a cloud
that looks like you.
There was weakness in each of them.
There was a fraying wind. A mess
he said like you
before your bath.
Reason Breeds Insanity 