Clean

Shhhhh

I can hear him now

 

He knows what he’s spinning,

but fragility is a master crafter

and he is her apprentice

 

He tiptoes on eight legs

and argues that he is complex,

but I don’t think so

 

We all keep secrets in the bathtub

next to the soap

so when we cast silken nets

and late night texts,

we can clean what we catch

 

Anyway, stoking the fire

is better than burning bridges

and social media is just a pleasantry

 

So he reaches with each limb

to keep his web from crumbling,

but what’s left of our nest

has already fallen

 

You see, some secrets grow up

to be big black holes

and I won’t be sucked

into someone else’s mess

 

10/22/19