Hard Soap—Soft Water

at day’s end, I

ablute—like any good girl, I

remove,

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)

loosening

moose, rats, hare, and beehive

and any any

number of small would-land creatures, I

catch.

when they do land

business end up, wouldn’t you know it,

right near my snarled ends…

 

About Charron's Chatter

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

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