a yellow jeep navigates the bottom of the bathtub
as ducks, purple fish, and Jonah (of Biblical fame)
float above

my son's hand leaves the jeep
and reaches out to wash my face
with clumsy, delicate movements

the hand moves on to an oversized washcloth
stuffing as much as possible into the mouth
and then moves on again

the washcloth remains hanging from his mouth
and covers half his torso
as he openly stares into my eyes

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