Sky Blue Dye

Scrubbing to survive

Scrubbing just to stay alive

Rags and towels and 99% bleach

Crack my hands

When its chemicals slide into my pores

“No more!”

Says my cracked skin and open pores

The Original Glass Cleaner seems so much stronger

Than the hand that sprays the surface

Or the brain that belongs to the hand that sprays the surface

Or the heart that belongs to the brain that belongs to the hand that sprays the surface

When I sneeze,

That is my lung

Telling all in the room that there should be no more ammonium

No mas Sky Blue Dye

No mas scattered droplets de ese limpiador que ensucia mi vida por dentro

Pero limpia mi vida por fuera

Nomas otro spray, though

And let these last droplets

sink

to the ground

Para que descanse mi cuerpo

Y poder respirar

Profundo