Soup

 
She stood up in the bath
and I watched the bathwater
run out of her pussy
it made a noise
as if she was peeing
I would have liked to collect it
measure it
keep it safe
just because it had come out of her
I felt a certain camaraderie
but it was too late
that flow had returned
reversed itself
was back where it came from
joining the suds and the scum
back where we all go
to the soup of memories
I passed her a towel
and she smiled