"O Lazy bones! Dost thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'st use them?"

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In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

— Sylvia Plath