Absolve
I haven’t said a thing,
yet I wash my mouth out with soap.
Irish springs cakes
between my gapped teeth.
Everything filth.
I scrub under my nails
until the bar becomes concave.
A clamshell softened to my grit.
I wish I was a pearl;
something small and worthy
and hidden.
4 thoughts on "Absolve"
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Intense and beautiful. My favorite words:
I wish I was a pearl;
something small and worthy
and hidden.
Clamshell softened to my grip. Line & image of the day. Great stuff.
Powerful poem. The soap in the mouth reminds me of A Christmas Story. Great ending.
“Softened to my grit” muah!