and beyond that?

the things that I can't talk about
anymore
slack jowls and dirty towels
left on the floor

I scrubbed myself clean
starched and layered like paper reams
turning myself into an auto feed
coloured copies of myself

I am on repeat
skipping to the same
old crack in the cd
holes in my cv

reaching for the polly
filla want a cracker
meant to dust this off
and paint it over

red rover
now your it