The semester is drawing to a frigid close
And I can't find 6$ to clean the basics.
So I improvised.
The bath in the apartment was filled
With water that would burn my skin
And the necessary items were chosen:
The denims with the working zippers
Six pairs of underwear (some lacy, most ragged)
The pink bra my mother gave to me when I was seventeen
The socks she sent in the mail two months ago
And the shirt for every occasion (from dad's woman of a few Christmases ago)
I poured the liquid soap
Frothed the bubbles
Heaved the articles into my sad situation
The water was too hot to turn by hand
So I hunted for the closest thing to a stick I could find.
All the room produced was a wine bottle. Cheap and red.
As I sat on the edge of my cracked white tub.
Pantsless, braless, penniless and tired,
I stirred and swigged at intervals.
The wine became heated and disgusting
And I don't think my clothes will ever be clean.
I've lost dignity, hope and the last of my wine.
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