Maximillian recollects an emotion he had in 1984

I was sitting in the bath when the emotion happened.
It started near the taps, deep underwater,
and flushed the water pink from plug to sponge
before exploding in a jazz impromptu:
six thousand, four hundred and twenty-two
point two of tiny bubbles -
and all of them singing.

I was only sitting in the bath.
It wasn't my fault.

Helena Nelson

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