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it’s the arching of your eyebrow the quick flash of everything you’re not saying sailing along your cheekbones startling salty and dusty and yet palatable unsure of my status trembling your hands on my hands lips parted the wink of the sun through clouds, the reflection of sea to sky and back again a ludicrous desire for the sunset to flare sailor take warning warming a primary brightness echoes of other things mouths and howling teeth bared jaws locked fingers half mooned marking eyelids and light teeth and worrying like love and lust and burning conquest, victory blazing, consuming, climbing a smoky swallow a bitter agony embers and rubies your tongue my tongue throats and thoughts and thrills like wax seals, rings pressed firmly centers and planets rust and worn eyes cranberries sharp and shocking alluringly alarming the swell of intention intoxication indoctrination indignation furious and fuming dancing and heating the need and the meeting

There’s some chores in this house there’s some chores in this house ... I’m a super neat freak Seven days a week Got my bleach and Clorox Make that germ game weak Clean clean clean clean Yeah you scrubbing up some wet floor tiles Bring a bucket and a mop for these wet floor tiles Give it everything you got for these dirty floor tiles Clean it up, baby, scrub it hard Next we’ll pressure wash the yard Put this bucket right in your hand Swipe that cloth like a credit card Dust up top, no dust inside Germs ain’t getting no free ride Cleaning up like we part of a hive Lysol spray like you’re surprised Let’s scrub that, no dirt in disguise I want you to park that used up rag Right in this little trash can Make it clean, make it gleam No shoes on, I’ll make a scene I don’t cook but I do clean Let me tell you how I got this sheen (Ayyy,ayyy) Scrub that, rub that, Comet in the tub stat Quick scrubbing bubbles fore you let mold get inside that I’ll tell you what to clean, got a type A personality I’ll clean it myself ‘fore I have somebody telling me Wet your brush, wipe it up Work for a shine while you’re on my time (while you’re on my time) Germs really ain’t never gotta stick around this place I already made some vinegar spray Now get your bottles and your wipes for these shower tiles Bought a scrubber just for grout Of these shower tiles Spray up this bottle just to clean all These shower tiles Now make it spray if you wanna Gleam some shower tiles Look I need a hard scrubber, I need a deep cleaner I need a bleach pourer, I need a Mr. Clean-er Not a arm is tired, I need tough and wired Got a hook in there when the cleaning’s over You got some dirt, then that’s where I’m headed Cleaning A1, that’s to my credit You got a smear, well, I’m trying to wet it I let you clean it, now this is pathetic I don’t want a crumb, I want pristine I want prestige, I want too clean I want you to run your white gloves all over this house and tell me it’s dope My mop game is fire, this ain’t hard to get First mopping it dry, then mopping it wet I crank on that handle like I’m mad at my Mommy If you spit on my floor, Satan get behind me, woo Scout’s honor, I’m a freak, niche, scrubs and bleaches Switch my scent, make me feel like I’m cheating Hands and knees, germs taking a beating Never missed a speck, I’m always for a neat-ing In the cleaning aisle, I’m the one that stuns ya If you need some help, call me I’m number 1, yea Big C stands for big best cleaner Imma judge your house before I ever meet ya If you want clean, then I’ll be seen You can’t load my dishes, I’ll get mean If it’s spotless, ask “Whose is it?” When I hand the card, it’s gonna have my name Ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we’re scrubbing on the kitchen backsplash Bring a wipe, hit those spots on the kitchen backsplash Give me everything you’ve got on that kitchen backsplash Now from the top, leave no spots On that kitchen backsplash Now get a bucket and a mop For those wet floor tiles We’re talking mop mop mop On those wet floor tiles Leaving not one single spot On those wet floor tiles, uh (There’s some chores in this house, There’s some chores in this house...)

In a language that doesn’t have the word love, I say Thank you for holding me close from so far. I say you are a pathway and my feet never stray far from you. I say your smile sits in my throat for when I forget. I say your voice echoes in my thoughts for when you forget. I say you are the moon and the sun and the reverberations of howls both upward and downward and all directions. I say you are a lifeboat and an anchor. I say you are a storm and a shelter. I say thank you. I say thank you. I say thank you.

Your gaze hangs heavy, suffocating like the scarf around my neck, like the arm draped possessively over my shoulders My fingers drum nervously against the take away mug. We use to walk here once upon a time. But you’d tripped up and I’d used that to yank the rug out from under us, figuring a time of change and decay was a good excuse to ruin the relationship. The chill winds had helped you to the taxi and the slamming of the door had seemed as final as a tombstone. But here you are. Against all reason. Tightly bundled, tightly wound, a black cat about to spring, all green eyes and tense body language. And here I am. Having shed so much and still not having found a spring rebirth. And here they are, loud and boring and blissfully unaware we know each other. The trees shake. I weigh my options. A leaf crumbles under my foot. I lift my chin. I clear my throat. I find my growth in the wrong season.

Always weird to return somewhere that used to be home, familiar as breathing and find it changed the differences in the scenery as jarring as a sudden stop on the highway heart pounding, brain grasping for explanations But you’re always familiar even in your changes your reincarnations and your cocoon shedding your wings spreading your shadow spiraling as you climb towards the sun And I am always for you next to you, cheering crying, celebrating, proud as a peacock