You can wash off
your fingers
but never the print
You can polish
an apple
but the worm still within
You can take out
the trash
but the smell’s in the air
You can falsely
deny
— but the memory’s still there
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Goodnight Graham Greene
Playing footsie
with the past
my toes became
entangled
With every fawned
and misplaced
step
— my indecision walked
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)