It’s amazing
how people search
through thousands of bottles of soap
labeled “bodywash”
looking for that one
just-right mixture
of perfume and red dye #7.
In the shower
they put on the lather
like some white coat-of-arms.
Wishing the aromatic bubbles
could lift their sins too
with the day’s grit and sweat
and transport them to heaven.
Where they would disappear
into the opalescent atmosphere.
Each bubble-wrapped sin
POPPED
in passing
by some holy pin.
Exfoiliated
Cleansed
Clean
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