POEM STARTER
Submitted by Margaret Sok
Cleansing
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Still Waiting
The dirt and dust packs
in my slacks and shirts,
and nervous sweat dries
right above my eyebrows.
I wake up to a yellow
and brown portrait of me
staring through the mirror
at the oily hair and soiled pours.
And how long since bar soap
scarred my psoriasis skin?
Since the good Lord made me
allergic to bread at communion?
I wondered if it was a message
that I can’t do good but don’t know,
and so I still drink grape soda.
I eat gluten free chips and tortillas
to replace the wheat that hurts me,
waiting for the day when I’m whole,
no cracks or fissures to flash pain
in my fingers when I clean or play piano.
I’m waiting for the day when I feel clean.