Maria Mercedes Salgado​​

I keep meaning to clean

that disgusting moldy corner

in the shower.

 

Every time I reach

for the shampoo bottle

it stares right back

at me,

provoking me.

 

And every time I return

the shampoo bottle to its place,

I look it in the eye

and threaten it:

 

“Today I WILL get rid of you.

I’ll spray on some of that

anti-mold-shower-shit

and leave it there for a long while

so you can agonize S L O W L Y

and then

I will delightfully

scrub you away.”

 

Every day I come up

With a different threat.