Hard Soap…Soft Water

at day’s end, I

ablute—like any good girl, I


rinsing my eyes

with glue

>a staple<

to fix the tearing problem I’ve developed, I

wipe away.
washing mud, smoke, and stars from them

with full-grown oil,

cracking kaleidoscope lens,

I replace.

brushing my tongue with soap

lye soap

to tone down the acid situation there

that’s a step away from vulgarity, a chronic condition your dentist can’t fix

linguist either

I garble.

gargling and flossing with candy

that helps, I

release the bunnies.

combing through

my do

(and don’t)


moose, rats, hare, and beehive

and any any

number of small would land creatures, I


when they do land

business end up, wouldn’t you know it,

right near my snarled ends…

©Karen Robiscoe


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

2 Responses to “Hard Soap…Soft Water”

  1. a rare melancholic piece, if i could perceive it a little…no? i wonder…

    • well, tell me about it Karen. i read often, but could not comment-for it always said, ‘comments are closed’…but never-mind, happy to hear back from you, hope you are doing well 🙂

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