Soapy hole

Just because I feel sorry for you
doesn’t mean i need to subscribe
to your poison. Children sway

without the gravity of fact
or gratitude to weigh them. A bondo dodge

clatters a left onto C street, and only then

Washing the blankets, exclamation-green
katydid to watch my morning piss.
How could pity be so flush with soap?

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