by Marcella Benton

ceiling lights multiply my shadow to shiva
a bastardized anglicized version
my many arms stretch across the tiled floor and up the shower wall

snaking over the shapes in the fake marble pattern
sinking into the bleached grout

we’re living in a dead woman’s house

fifty years it was hers
our shower tile is laid directly over hers
if we pull it down the wall will likely crumble

from mold or mourning

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Marcella Benton lives in Lakeland, Florida with her husband and pets where she and her husband run their screen printing and embroidery business, Whatever Tees. Marcella's previous work can be seen in Black Fox Literary Magazine and Deep South Magazine.