Day 14: Bassano del Grappa

I do my best thinking in the bath. With the lights off. Toes alternating in and out of the hot layer, the gauzy light distinct to my left.

It's raining out there but it's secret in here. Me. Just me. Vulnerable, yet free. Hipbone. Belly button. Fingerpads starting to prune. The only sound a car tire in a puddle. My ankles crossing and then un-crossing, then crossing again. Swish.