The water hasn't warmed yet
by Mae Grey
· 16/02/2026
Published 16/02/2026 17:04
The water hasn't warmed yet.
I stand by the tiles and watch
the arm in the glass.
The purple has moved out.
It’s a map of a storm now,
deep grape in the middle
with a border of mustard gas.
It doesn't throb when I move.
It just sits there, ripening.
A quiet, ugly flower
blooming under the skin.