You Can’t Just Mop It Up
Woah bro
Real life slips in like the
Spaghetti that four year old is watching
Fall from fork to floor
Tragedy sweeps the earth in the
Breathless, unforgiving strokes of
Your mom cleaning before house guests arrive
We watch in the same abstract horror that
Comes from watching your dog piss
On your freshly vacuumed carpet
Not quite helpless but passive
Disgusted
Horrified
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