i consider the newness of the sky
and watch the world go backwards
i scrub scents and soaps into my skin for hours or years
but i only ever feel clean once i cry
make me write poetry.
it is the only way to wash my heart
maybe i cant stand being dirty
because i cant scrub under my skin
or rinse the residue from my bones
reach in behind my ribs
and clean the things ive seen and the things i know
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Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac