Wish and Hammer

i need to write one

tonight

i feel it happening

and then not

but here it

goes

that is what this is

poem

or pine-sol?

don't matter, same damn thing

dedicated to anyone

who has ever moved

into a shitty apartment

scared of what is about to happen

some pocket change

dollar general down the street

pine-sol!

that smell

returns you to some other zone

close to cleanliness

smells like too much

perfume

too much pine-tree

too much deodorizer

but necessary now

against

that one-bedroom

stink

old bacon

cigarettes

somebody's sweat somewhere uncurling

sloppy tube-sock snake

and then whatever hot water

you have

and that pine-sol

combined into

vapor

into wish

and hammer

clean

it all away

that smell

is

fucking

proustian

clean it

right now

clean until

you don't know

who you are

no more