scrubbing the tub,
the sponge scrapes
upon the clear,
bright surface,
and the scratchy
noise of the tool
grows as the tub shines
and smoothes out,
but don’t step too close,
or the pesky chemicals
will enter wherever they can,
keep it shut
if a funky taste
isn’t something you favor,
but savor the scent
of the finished product,
reminiscent of the waterpark
frequented as a child,
all the memories flood back
as fast as the shower
when the water flows out
to rinse it all away,
like the memory fading,
a wave crashes
and as you look
at the newly clean bathroom,
it’s all back to the status quo,
wait for the cycle to repeat next week.
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