My Blue Period
by Marisa De Franceschi
I am a mop, a rag,
Dragged and pushed
Into crevices and corners
By everyone who needs
Something cleaned up.
Like a credit card,
They swipe me across marble floors,
Wall tiles, windows, and all manner of surfaces.
I do a good job.
When they’re done with me,
I am tossed into the washing machine
With strong detergents and bleaches
As my companions.
I will twist and twirl
In a frenzied dance
And I will come out dizzy, but clean
And a little more worn by the solvents
Which will eventually eat through me
When I am of no use any longer
I will be tossed into the garbage bin
To be collected by the big yellow truck
And I will decompose
In the graveyard dump
With all the other discards.
From Random Thoughts, a forthcoming collection of poems and sketches.
New Book by Longbridge
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