Sujata Bhatt: Love in a Bathtub

Years later we'll remember the bathtub,
the position

                 of the taps

the water, slippery

as if a bucketful

                 of eels had joined us...

we'll be old, our children grown up

but we'll remember the water

                            sloshing out

the useless soap,

the mountain of wet towels.

'Remember the bathtub in Belfast?'

we'll prod each other -