Covered in filth, a disastrous clumsy brain excavates deep to identify causality.
Distrusting and perilous,
Broken mirror images
echo an unsung nursery rhyme
in an incomprehensible language.
For unclean, as impure, as spoilt,
This one is a crummy little one.
She has not made any effort whatsoever, and now has the nerve to demand feedback.
How can you be of either character, when you are so passively absent?
In terms of clean and pure, I’ll take the clean,
I’ll aim for pure.
I’ll wash one hand with the other.
I’ll promise to sit up straight,
Kiss a hand that feeds,
Any hand that feeds,
All hands around me, I’ll kiss
Or pleasure – was it pleasure?
A case closed,
I got confused
by all the sleeping,
And forgot to claim my innocence.
My cleanliness. My loss.
Part of The Learned Pig’s Clean Unclean editorial season, March-May 2015.
Image credit: Vilhelm Hammershøi, Interior from the Home of the Artist (detail), oil on canvas, 1900. Photographer: Finnish National Gallery / Hannu Aaltonen