she #1, or clean love

a sinkful of dishes

two weeks old

soapy water is

soapy slime

dirty laundry

overflows

on the floor of

wasted time

how often do you

change your sheets?

about once a month,

I chime

she—

she saved me

from my bachelorhood

past

my prime

 

if we ever live

together

we wouldn’t have that

Thai mask

over our bed

it would scare me,

she said

 

no dirty

demons

now

she’s

not scared

and we have

our clean love

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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