Tag: soap

  • To Be Clean

    To be clean,
    I mean
    clean,
    really clean.

    Up to your eyeballs
    in elbow grease –
    not you,
    the house.

    That was my Mom’s
    idea of how to spend
    a day off from school,
    Spring Cleaning.

    To be fair, she outgrew
    the phase, or dove under
    the rising tidal wave.
    The family was still

    relatively small
    then, only 4 or 5
    kids, halfway
    to the later two.

    One day, having heard
    me use a bad word,
    she washed my mouth
    out with a bar of soap.

    I think that must
    have been where
    I got the idea
    for poetry,

    and that poems
    live on the tongue
    like germs.
    Much later,

    I learned not all
    germs are bad,
    and that soap
    is so hyperbolic,

    a usage correction
    tape or fluid,
    and that all words
    play a role,

    and that to be
    clean, really
    clean, is not the same
    as to be in good health.

    All that said,
    some poems are bad,
    like this one, where
    some guy talks about

    his Mom, poor thing,
    struggling to keep
    the house and kids
    clean, and just wait

    until your Father
    gets home. Mama
    don’t allow no
    poems around here.