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Soap Lady


Soap Lady                       

I don’t remember much of before
the average, undistinguished things
that make up breathing
but when I stopped
that’s when I began

It didn’t take much effort on my part
the work was automatic
I released myself into a bed of soil and the embrace of air and water

I watched many Novembers pass me by
and as leaves fell round my sleep
I made my change
became my mark

Now people see
I’ve washed away all my vices and virtues
my regrets and successes
mistakes and truths
until all that is left
is purely me

Clean at last
Clean at least
thank nature all righty
I am clean at last

June 13, 2007
Tressa Lee Breen

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