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Seeping Here Til Sunday
Infectiously your body is drawn
The lines are crooked,
ugliness seeping here til Sunday.
Dirt foiled all over you
To hide, enamels of deceit.
I’d invite you in
But I’ve just swept
And for some reason
The mud that drips
From you leaves stains all over
My shiny pristine floors
Every time you leave
I spend hours scrubbing
And then for weeks
No matter the effort
Grimy sticky dregs of your indecency
Is pushed between floorboards
And every crack and crevice is painted in your
It smells bad, and choking I find myself
On my knees I violently attack with
Wool and pour deodorizers all over
A cloud erupts and I run outside for fresh air.
No I tell you, when you ask to come in.
Stay outside I say
This is why I don’t answer your phone calls
Because in the face of my refusal you spite me
And rip up all my flowers
Be gone I say!! You evil yucky thing!
I planted each seed from findings in meadows from
Lands near and far.
You stomp and shout in my garden and your bark
Touches the ears of birds nesting in the forest
They leave behind their cracked eggs and forage forth
Sad to need new hearths.
My garden hose I pull out and aim at you.
you screech your madness as water compellingly strips you
As all the dirty death that held you together drips
and you taper off
When you dispatch,
the flowers that you destroy rot
blocked all attempts to resuscitate
meaningless in the eve
Of your heckling laughter.
In blessing my lips touch each one
And in tender song whispers so lovely are hardly heard
New vines sprout from seedlings found
And my skin darkens beneath the sunny rays
As my hands sink into the ground
And I forget
a mere flash back seen
With eyes coated in fury quelled.