I.
It's a story about Turtle Wax,
half-used container
kicking around the garage as a kid.
Protagonist: suds mitt made of sheep's wool.
Antagonist: microfiber mitt, bright orange.
It's over before it's started, cell phone ringing
in Target.
Then a planned escape
via bath rugs, No. 2 pencils, and shoes.
II.
I am the person standing
in place of the person who is standing.
She inhales words,
and exhales,
brown tub ring
around the fine porcelain tub
that is us.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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