sudden bursts of scrubbing
and rubbing
its in the gaps, I see
a brilo pad, a scourer
why is it that it’s in a pace
a light walk
in all the places I have ran to, You are missing
in all the places I took a gentle stroll, You are waiting
there is no invite
still, I am
sitting on the stairs watching the letterbox
waiting in the spaces in-between
scrub, scrub, scrub
rub, rub, rub
Hu Allah, Hu Allah, Hu

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