cleaning inc.

my head hung heavy , i couldn't stop moving
and the hangover wouldn't quit
last night= five hundred beers.
my back grainy and face sticky
i called you on the phone
as usual
telling me something that didn't make any sense
i was not really listening
this is when i fell in love with you again
my heart collapsed and folded
like tiny bubbles scurrying, scuttled, squatted and squirted
through
bristles
of a cleaning brush.