she #1, or clean love

a sink full of dishes

two weeks old

soapy water is

soapy slime

dirty laundry


on the floor of

wasted time

how often do you

change your sheets?

about once a month,

I chime


she saved me

from my bachelorhood


my prime

if we ever live


we wouldn’t have that

Thai mask

over our bed

it would scare me,

she said

  • no dirty




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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