See— it’s written on the wall
with my blood.
A bucket full
(I'm so ashamed)
collected over these months.
You sent me here
to clean up my act,
this foul place.
Now I have been ordered to
wash those words clean.
Clean— Clean—
all I ever hear.
You great keeper of the flame
clean these damn floors
and while you’re at it
the mold growing
under the sink where
the pipe curves—
that wall.
Then talk to me about my wall.
It's not your wall
for that matter not your blood
Why can’t I keep it as a memento.
Susan Isla Tepper is a a twenty year writer and author of 13 published books of fiction and poetry. Her latest new release GIRL UPSIDE DOWN is a Novella published by Wilderness House Press. www.susantepper.com
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