over

I need to squeeze hope out of me
Like the last bits of toothpaste

Flat and empty, I can inhale again
Slowly fill, rebreath, rebirth

Scrub this persistent mold from shower corners
Bleach and scratch at it with my nails

Scoop my heart into my hand, one incision
wring it out, give it a good shake, a good talking to

Getting over you, spring cleaning in the fall
Getting over you, I cry, say I don't know how

Like most things I fail to accomplish, I fail to try
I simply just don't want to do in the first place