Minerva Takes a Bath.

Someone has used my salts again.

Bring me some myrtles, some pomegranates.

That tea you make with cardamon

Oh and a soft boiled egg

A Bosc pair

Something lovely for my hair.

Something red, Something blue

That piece of cloth from Istanbul.

A sailboat

A book about owls

A wolf moon

A reprimand.

Some anguish and its antidote

(Narcan for disillusionment, haha.)

And more bath salts if you please.