Clean 

My desire to be clean
Has been outweighed
By my habit to wash myself
In the dirt:
I think I am over it,
When I feel piercing ocean water
Wash over my feet
And provocative rain fall
On my head,
And I swear I am born again
From the womb of the
Life I have made for myself.
I am free and happier
Than I ever was
When you were here,
But you are the soil under my fingernails,
From my attempt to
Sow and nurture you
Into my future;
I never wanted anything
More than I wanted you,
But now I want myself,
And I am ready to start sowing anew.

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