April 1

and so, we continue
in that drab fab way
You there and me here
     counting the specks on the wall
     wondering if it matters at all

Water washes down the drain
pulling bits of this and that
those hardened specks
they stick on
and I can't help but throw a glance
knowing what is still there
knowing, too, that I can come up afterwards
and shake the sponge at the mess
cleaning slop
frothing up

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