In the Ladies’ Bathhouse
-- Cape Henlopen State Park
Like a rainforest,
water always drips somewhere
from showerheads, faucets,
in sinks and toilets,
from breasts and bellies,
coursing rivulets
down thin brown legs
of girls huddled
beside skirt-suited
mothers.
Sun through skylights
and the brick oven
of yellow cinderblock bakes,
makes it all steam
--
dark puddles on the concrete floor
yellow drops sprinkled on toilet seats
fine webs of drying soap in the porcelain sinks,
our stink rising with water that rises in
the heat:
piss, suntan lotion, sweat, sea.
Water in us
pouring out of us
pouring over us
where we have hauled our bodies,
not quite wholly water,
to the sea, the body
of water we cannot wholly bear,
we cannot wholly leave.
--from Mother's Maiden Name