Blue Rain Stick

The peppermint oil on my wrists smells like a mixture of turpentine
and the hockey rink
and the way sprite tasted from the movie theater in the 90s.

In the hot tub with beer and incense,
the smoke curls over lids
the bubbles shhhhhh together
like a torrential rain in the deep forest
like the edge of a waterfalls end boiling cold 

my body feels invisible in the heat

my earrings float
on the surface of the water
little droplets puddle on top
illuminating silver carvings
in the moon light

I found five stones in the bottom of the pool
I picked them up with my toes