12-15-17 Just As It Should

 Sometimes the past lingers 

It sits in my finger nails and waits for me to pick my teeth 

I wash my hands again and again but then it spreads to my palms 

Every hand shake and grasp turns bitter 

I wish I knew how to forget those smells 

The rotting and dusty beds 

I threw away my old shoes and walked bare until I got blisters 

And then I was greeted with a new smell 

A new hand 

How the past seems now

Like just a bad dream 

I no longer feel the aches of sorrow in my knees

My belly doesn’t quake 

My chest rises and falls as it should 

•Just as it should•

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