Power Wash

I wanted to control him, but in a good way,
like a Mickey Mousenik
from the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, my honey-do
mopping up mess with a wooden bucket,
a live-in housekeeper on the look-out
for whatever comes next,
a full-time member of my cabinet,
but decisions, I made all of them.

It wasn’t a power wash,
at least not in the beginning; if I had a taste
for cream cheese and bagels on a Sunday morning,
you know who went. A biblical moon of atonement.
The golem never said anything.
And I never listened.


About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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