Carrie Sear

For my kindred spirit 

white bathtub, underpants, matching bras 

coloured concoctions in clear glass jars 

and the Mother laughs

past the door with no lock.

what a way to cleanse a cluttered life

charcoal fingerpainting is underrated, 

skin for canvas hotly debated, yet

we make carving initials into trees

anti-kitsch, un-cringe. 

when the long-cold water drains away

it takes hostage secrets and crud and hair dye

leaves us our bellies and spots, towels nearby. 

all the watermelon gummies in the world

could not provide a mellow joy like this.