It’s a powerful agent, with the ability to crudely remove stains from the correct fabrics and disinfect a bathtub before a child gets in it. The smell of it is all over my house, it brings this sense of security, like I just “know” that things are clean. It may be a false sense, just like a trigger word to a hypnotist, it is all an illusion. But I have to believe that everything comes color and scented, lavender for the soul and peaches for the brain. This two-dimensional outlook that is much easier on the eyes lacks substance and sensory perception, if I could just see the germs dying, that would be great! My daughter and I walk to the mailbox, she sees the trees and feels the wind, now that fall has arrived in Florida, she can smell the flowers. But we’re girls, after all, and we are taught (or maybe ingrained in us) that those delicacies of life are meant for us. When it is just the two of us, I can simply explain to her that the horrible smell is helping her stay healthy -no colds or nasty boo boos! Palate cleansers are everywhere and while I decide to get lost in a voice and a feeling, she gets to take deep, clean breaths made of purity and fresh air. Maybe the mountains, maybe that what’s getting closer has that ability; maybe after it’s done I will use less bleach.
♥
The Language
-Robert Creely (“Black Mountain Poets”)
Locate I
love you some-
where in
teeth and
eyes, bite
it but
take care not
to hurt, you
want so
much so
little. Words
say everything.
I
love you
again,
then what
is emptiness
for. To
fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full
of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.
