About the column:
Poems of our Climate is a weekly poetry column run by Oliver Egger ’23. Oliver Egger also runs the literary magazine group Route 9, which is currently accepting submissions for its poetry zine, The Lavender. If you would like to submit poetry to The Lavender, go to tinyurl.com/wespoetry. If you are interested in having your poem featured in this column please email your work directly to firstname.lastname@example.org.
By John Bell ’23
In the warmth of water’s caress, I lay
in a kiddie pool without plastic
walls. Upturned, my head rests
in a dead man’s float. The popcorn ceiling,
not yet smoothed over, pops
The water beneath me disperses,
leaving me soaked, liquid deep in the scratches
on the hardwood our eager dog
engraved in speedy pursuit. The water
reaches new corners, dampening the dust
of untouched cupboards.
Two tall stalks of denim
walk closer, robust yet bending
over, reach down and ask
if I want to take a bath
in the upstairs Jacuzzi
I don’t remember existing.
About the poet:
Bell is a poet and visual artist from the Garden State. They consistently check if they’re asleep and dreaming and hope you feel the need to too.
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