Wash

I’d like to take a bath in candle wax but
I’d like to sit here with my dirty hair
and tell you you’re pretty

everything sounds like I’m drugged out
echoes pressing plastic wrap waves in my ears
everyone reads these poems, god knows why.

I’d like to just be
washed
washed
washed
bathed and cleansed and sung to

and swaddled

bring me your salts and back scrubbers
the suds to make me bright
the subtle cloths you’ll graze across my skin
bring me my rebirth

open my bones enough to peek inside
figure out what’s fluttering wildly
figure out what’s missing in there
figure out what’s broken

take it out and wash it
put it back inside
seal me up

repair me, my melancholy lover
mend my emptiness
and make me clean