Tuesday, May 13, 2014

To a pair of blue jeans—



Perhaps the lather was enough!
Yet … I scrubbed you clean—
Peeling layers
Left by
Unknown lanes and unwalked roads,
And by shaky fingers and trembling lips
Which perhaps paused briefly
At the zip.
I scrub some more…

Am I a mermaid still?
In these jeans of yours
With their names still on it?
Should I clean the traces
Or let them remain?
The choice isn’t mine to make.
I scrub some more…

Even as I know
I
 won’t ever do this again!
The ritual of cleansing
Has freed me of legs
And given me fins.

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