#18. David Aschkenas. Nude In Tub. 1980
The toxic tone in the water gave way to the glare of her skin.
In a ceramic basin filled to the brim with dead skin and lye
She lied and cried and almost died.
But she was clean.
When she soaked, she sat, and sometimes laughed.
She knew from the first step in exactly what was coming.
Flopping like a fish on the wet cement.
"Take me tub."
She would quietly whisper.
In Apartment 9A. Where Bleeker meets Grand. Soaking in the stench of what I have given her. So filthy.
But at least she was clean.
I cried. She died.