Windex

its sunday
most people take this day to rest
i don't.
i pull out all that cleaning stuff
clorox, windex, 409,
the list goes on.
i mop
i scrub
i wipe
i scour
i clean
its an addiction
those lemon fumes
beckon me.
its OCD like
but no matter how hard
i mop
the floor, the place where you died
doesn't vanish.
no matter how hard
i scrub
the wall, the stain of your sliding body
doesn't leave.
my hands are so dry
they are bleeding
yet i continue even as
the Windex burns me.
you loved that shit so much
after that stupid movie.
i pretend that burning
is you
because it hurts that your dead
but the pain provides reality.
but theres no use
that lemon scent
doesn't mask the
sickly death smell.
maybe i should
snort the ajax;
chug the pine sol;
inject the tilex?
what do i do?