I used to be something like ham.
or was it the plate full of ham juice… I can’t recall now.
I am a washcloth – at least that is what I have gained
from my surroundings and what I am used for
I miss you too. More for selfish reasons.
when I was with you I was
a ham friend but still a friend.
I think I had blood and cellular division
Now its all cotton and wrinkles
repetitive motions and now now now
What happened to the past
When did the future disappear
What where these things
Was their point so sharp
they had to be discarded completely
I don’t know. I wash things
I scrub the beautiful living and the containers
that hold things that life uses
Perhaps I will transform again
maybe this time into a clock
or a tire
If I am lucky I will turn into a friend again
and my use will no longer be of concern
Maybe you’ll pour me glass of ale
and let me drink it, smiling and singing odes
instead of dragging me across
the spills as I am now