I forgot to buy the laundry detergent,
again. I would need to take the container
and swirl it with water, capturing the last of the sticky substance dripping
from its sides, hoping
the mix poured into the cap and then into the machine
would be enough to wash out the dirt.
But how can one rid oneself of so much dirt with diluted
hope? Perhaps one must be deluded
to take an empty bottle filled with nothing more
than an half effort, a watered down, feckless version
of that which it wishes it was and expect to clean away
the filth that some feckless, diluted self created?