I love to read in the bathtub.
This week I’ve been reading J. D. McClatchy’s mesmerizing collection of poetry called “hazmat.” Reading his poetry “tickles” a part of my brain–in a good way. I don’t always understand it, but I let it flow over me, and take it in as I can.
Our cleaning lady put my shaver atop the book while she was cleaning today, and left it there–making an amusing little assemblage that I couldn’t resist sharing.
[Photo by RB, with a Razor cell phone]
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