All, Free, Clear
I washed time and while the suds
floated like clouds
in the basement sink, the dirty water fled
through the drain's dark hole.
I thought I knew you once; things between us
were clean. Look at these stains.
I bleach, I soak, I agitate.
Twenty-two years spin by.
We're wrung dry, still soiled, half our lives
caught in the lint trap.
You ask me
to say yes
well of nos.
I won't die
and see if
cut it soon?
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