Cleaning Tip

I am a vessel, I am a sponge,

and so are we all — absorbing the mess.

There is no memory of choosing the drip,

The leak, the aroma — the microbial guests.

We wait and absorb — at some other’s desire,

or stay on the shelf, but dry all the same.

Yet I’m sure there’s a way, if we only knew how,

To be cleansed of the dirt — by the hand that was used.

A rinse with clean water — a little perfume,

No shelf to hide on, mourning our sins.