shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Adam Middleton-Watts

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in the dark with a squeegee

She whaps it downward like a mace.
The blue fluid that sometimes freezes,
spraying from the tattered sponge, spitting
alien goop along the busted sidewalk. The
night is bitterly cold and I think she's alone,
doing this alone, sloughing off winter residue,
dressed like she is in frayed layers of red and
blue, her small hand white as milk, gripping
the broken handle, working it like a weapon,
like it will kill the thing that killed her.