daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
August 20, 2009
#160 the clean-up job / the hit man needs an "s"
no matter how many times
i never like this part of the job
i cover my hand in black plastic bag
wear it like a glove
i glance
ahead
left right
hoping for no witness
then
I
bend
at the knees
and scoop
her poo
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