Needs Revision

No matter how many times I tried washing them, they still wouldn’t become clean.

As I lifted the bucket to replace its graying water with fresher water, I looked up @ the white sky outside & saw the 1st crow o’ October perching on a power line.

I knew I’d never clean these books o’ all their typos, uncited quotes, irrelevant sources, & gibberish left by crabs sidestepping over keyboards.

But I knew that if I didn’t the crows wouldn’t be happy.

& when the crows aren’t happy, they’re hungry.

& when the crows are hungry, they eat people.

& being eaten isn’t fun.


Bibliography, laundry, October