On Cleaning Windows
Today I sliced you in half and performed surgery within your joints.
With a screwdriver’s blade, I debrided the past
and cleaned you up with moist sponges and cotton swabs.
You’d swallowed pencils, paper clips, spiders, and flies.
And. oh. my. goodness.
Maggots, it seems, had already begun a work in you.
How long did we neglect your treatment? Months? Years?
Today I washed you down and put you back together again.
Now you have a new lease on life, and I am referring you to another’s care.
I, for one, have learned not to wait so long to scrape the cracks.