PERSON Poem: It’s a Wash, by Kay Groft

I just got home from work.
I mean, work-work.
I have to wash the brown stuff off my skin.
It could be:
Resin
Sap
Oil
Blood
Just brown stuff
Because of the insulation, I need to start with cold water, so it doesn’t get into my pores.
They’ve even stolen the one luxury I have —
A hot shower.
I want to wash my hair of it and of the sawdust,
But they say shampoo will give you cancer —
Unless you get the organic stuff.
But I can’t afford that,
Not with the job I have.

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