Washing a Language

Scrub the pitted roll-call
naming of parts
voiced in smoke and honey
or chattering wildly
never enough never enough

Bleach and soap and rinse
cold water to soak the stained
vowels — you cannot make crisp
linen from a polyester blend

Darling!
and I call myself that
throw out your microscope
the unrepentant bacteria are everywhere
an amoebaed city teems
in the dictionary of your brain
midnight laundry
what hope is there then
for absolution?
Fold, stack
(goddamn the rinse cycle’s
love of those adulterous detergents)

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