"Cleaning"
Frustrated with work,
I came home
with a demon's temper
and a black, black mood.
Not knowing what to do with me,
you called your Mom.
That evening,
I came over to your house
and helped you clean.
When it was all over,
our hands raw from the chemicals,
our clothing clammy with our sweat,
we held each other,
and I felt
better.
[first published in New Bard Press, Drive, 2004]
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