a clean face and smooth moves

I want to wash my face
until my face has been washed away.
Gone. Faceless.
I will live faceless.
I want to wash my body
until my flesh is gone.
I will go on as bones
and blood.
I want to wash until I feel clean,
but I can never feel clean again.
You cannot wash away the dirt
of having failed your own son.
I spent the days between his death
and his funeral washing. A…
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