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A Miner Bathes The small cold room is empty for a few quiet minutes. He knows those tiny feet will soon stamp the bare wooden floor. He is bent, naked and freezing, head in an excuse for hot water. He breathes slow, pretending to enjoy. His wife is cooking in the only other room-- a big black pot to last a week. He lifts his head, thinking he hears her call-- just like earlier inside that darkened hole... "It's all yours Sugar, the children are asleep." Long auburn braids separate in his hands. Her warm skin presses against his back as he rinses his eyes-- nothing but a hunger meat and potatoes can't fill. |
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