Friday, February 17, 2012

Clean

Clean

I clean,
swiping dust before me.
Adding a mist of water
here and there.
Toxic liquid
I squirt
around the walls and floor.
The room begins to grin
and sparkles,
as the surfaces 
in the rooms
we use for cleaning
ourselves
get a clean
of their own.

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