BATHING AT THE FAR CORNER OF EIGHT MILE LAKE
On the island of sand
I remove my boots, socks,
all my clothes.
Three creeks emptying
the coldest water.
My toes, already numb.
I wash my cock, anus,
armpits in separate
movements. Each organ
given deserved, and ample time—
submerging my head
encouraged by each cheering toe.
Jim Bodeen
26-27 June 2015
EightMile Lake/Yakima
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