Year 6 is never as hard as year 9
it is when I realized I was holding in pee
and the spouting waxy rub
that carries the aura of a rock
you pushed it in
but in the remote
so it doesn’t spring up
or the hollow gap doesn’t falter.
I never knew
the bondage of clean hands
was a misconception
of a gullible gray matter.
So the warm fluid that ran down my leg
was another failure before my 10th year.