Written for: The Twiglets #242 - "those clean hands"
I can still
smell the blood
on your cleansed hands.
The need for sanitizer
during this horrific time
has left my hands raw.
parrot turns head left, then right
leaves wings spotless
Her daughter was dating a dream
-boat with a fine job, held in esteem
'til his self-centeredness
caused her loss of interest
Mother said, so what, 'least his hands are clean.
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