Jan 9, 2022
Swirling your hand around in the murky kitchen sink
You pulled out the dishrag
You wrung it out, as if you were strangling it
And used the toxic cloth to wipe up your mess
Once you tired of cleaning
You threw the dishrag on the counter
Where it dried into a stiff misshapen grotesquery
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Everyone has a story and I'm ready to share mine. And it will take volumes. There is a mass of disarray and chaos in my gray matter.
