Drain

Drain me like a bathtub,
dirty water and suds, wash the stench from
my hair, I don’t care,
scrub me raw.
Shocking, isn’t it? Like broken eggs on the floor,
when they begin to sizzle,
When your grandmother gives you a cigarette,
When some kid spits in your face.
Check your messages, its all there,
meandering tape, scramble the voices,
Lavender soap from your mother’s shower,
pick up the dry cleaning.
Come back here young man,
I’m talking to you.