Ablutions [AUDIO]

April 13, 2020

 

Wash your hands
Wash your food
Wash your phone
Wash your home
Wash your family
Wash your friends
Wash your habits
Wash your hubris
Wash your trends
Wash your speed
Wash your need
Wash your credit
Wash your carbon
Wash your comfort
Wash your sanity
Wash your sanctity
Wash your vanity
Wash your ambition
Wash your consumption
Wash your distraction
Wash your inaction
Wash your satisfaction
Wash your status quo
Wash your ego
Wash your dogma
Wash your doctrines
Wash your doubt
Wash your fear
Wash your faith
Wash your fealty
Wash your society
Wash your economy
Wash your luxury
Wash your loyalty
Wash your someday
Wash your someone else
Wash your somehow
Wash your so what
Wash your maybe
Wash your apathy
Wash your boredom
Wash your wisdom
Wash your vision
Wash your outlook
Wash your intuition
Wash your imagination
Wash your creativity
Wash your integrity
Wash your humanity
Wash your heart
Wash your soul
Wash your self
Be thorough
Be vigorous
Use water and soap
Use hope
Wash your life
Like all our lives
Depend on it.

 

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Sasha Stiles is a poet, artist and creative strategist whose work has appeared in the Common, Rattle, Copper Nickel, Meridian, and elsewhere. Her poetry collection TechnELEGY is forthcoming.

Photo by Lanju Fotografie.

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How To Wash Your Hands
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