Unclean Thoughts

Dirty is not the oscillation that slices through the fabric of air. Dirty is the word she hurled without a care. Dirty: that’s what she thinks of me. Dirty—she thinks I took her for granted. Dirty. It’s alright, I accept. Dirty. I can forgive, but I can’t forget. Dirty: not just my clothes but also my ways. Dirty—I might have gone astray. Dirty, I wish this stain will not last.