POEM STARTER
Submitted by Margaret Sok
Cleansing
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cleanse
Step a foot into
the rubbing alcohol bath
Three shots of bleach then I
scrub my scalp with my
dirty soaped up fingernails the
instructions said to soak for three hours
I soak for four before I wait for four more
hours; because the number Three is evil like
the devil or the color
red or bees or mice or death or a monster
that eats people that I will become if I eat my skin on my lips which I think I did yeah I’m pretty sure I did accidentally now I’m going to
Wash my hair with pesticide then
dry with clorox wipes and
swallow toothpaste
Then I take out my stomach pump
and dry heave dry heave dry heave
Clean, I will be clean
My chest is hot
I will be purer than an offering to God
Rope-bound wrists and a herd of us: the cows
Outside the slaughter house
The meat around my ribcage is smoking
serve it on a plate and eat my flesh
Then I become an allegory for
What not to do; buried six feet under my own head
I keep shooting blanks cause I
Am an alcoholic
drinking hand sanitizer straight out the bottle
because we all know there’s nothing worse
than bacteria