The Mis-Employed Poet
1) Beer Garden Soggy cigarette butts, half-buried in wet soil. My fingers sting with bleach and mud. I smell. 2) Maid 2 Clean In the kitchen it smells of antibacterial wipes and rotting flowers. A cloud of caramel-scented steam slithers between the filthy slats of the blinds. In the bathroom a urinal overflows with liquid gold. There are footprints on the sink, and handprints on the floor. In the lounge there is a dismantled sofa, sand on the rug, and incense dust dripping into a plant pot. 3) Old Shoes Before I moulded myself to your shape; before you broke me in, I was so stiff I thought I might snap. Now you try to buff me new again; now I smell of chemicals that linger even after my disposal.
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