Favorite poems: The Last Bath

“The Last Bath” by Bob Slaymaker appeared in Slipstream a few years back. It begins: “Four of us kids in the tub, unsupervised for the moment.”

The poet goes on to describe a usual, innocent bathtime scene of naked siblings. But the poem turns on the last line of the third strophe: “he holds his small penis and pisses/and gleefully I catch the clear arcing stream/in my mouth …”

That somewhat jarring, and yet hilarious, shift happens just as the parents return to the room and subsequently decide the shared baths must end. Unforgettable.


~ by ericedits on July 27, 2008.

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