memory bath

when I got back, I ran a bath

with Santal 33 Le Labo oil

oh, it smelled so good

soothin’ my wracked nerves

and the water wasn’t even as cold

as in there

where I spent

much of the last year

framed

for murder

I allegedly pushed someone

from the balcony

rival of love? a narcissist for sure

but it wasn’t even my fault

she was drunk and on cocaine

sniffed that night

engagement party as it was

full of glamorous friends

not mine, but hers

I went there to support my long-time mate

I could be her

if he wasn’t besotted with her

oh god let me explain myself well

all I wanted was to calm her down

as she was drinkin’, swayin’ sloppily to one side

on the brink of collapse

and then in the blink of an eye

she was on the other side

lyin’ down there in the bush somewhere

in someone’s shabby garden

later that day, the only girl remainin’ in the room testified

against me and my friend

so enraged

he did not hesitate to confess

that I hated her and that I wanted to stop

this love affair against all my intrigues!

I couldn’t even defend myself

from all the bullshit hurled at me

but the only reason I found

was in revenge when I got out

meanwhile my friend and I reconciled

as I managed to proof my innocence

and to this day I don’t know why

every time I run a bath

it reminds me of all of this

an undeserved incarceration I will never miss!

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September 2022

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