What We Do To Be Clean

Carrie Jones
Oct 4, 2021

He spent

endless moments

wiping down

the truck bumper

this morning.

Methodical, he worked

the cloth in circles

against the plastic,

always clockwise,

never counter.

He breathed

in, coughed

the way he’d been

all week.



Still his hand

moved, cleaning the dirt

away. The crows sat on wires

above him. The squirrels hid

high in the maple.

The world smelled of pot.

I tried not to watch. The coffee

heavy in my belly. The pain deep

in my own chest. We have to do

what we can to appear clean.



Carrie Jones

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