Winter 2010






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

And then

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.

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