this mean gentle prayer.

there’s foamy beer. black shoe polish. dust bunnies. fragrant ashes. the water bug remains
i smashed. a little muddy memory in 3 unconfined nameless shapes across floor. punks.

it’s all there. history.

she can’t recall if the Dyson is still watching her from behind.
how to begin
to clean up this mess. she stares.
hands on hips.

the tip of her Victorian boot
tries to erase the noticeable parts with friction.
dragging. back and forth. back and forth. against the grain.
to make it come clean. not much success.

no real surprise there. history.

a 360 degree view. followed by public speaking.
the whole of the audience is she.
hands on hips.

“Well. If he wants to fuck me – he’ll have to deal with a dirty floor.”

she couldn’t tell if this was mean or a gentle prayer.

to want a little crazy honest to goodness life. we’re all afraid. try.

to want a little crazy honest to goodness life. we’re all afraid. try.