the lopsidedness of grooming

in between
some of the cracks
and pores
of our very own
human skin,
there are still pockets of shit
that we never properly
learned
how to wipe.

this is when they point a
magnifying glass
very carefully
at the desperation
of our flesh.

you might be 85%
or 76% clean,
still,
to them,
it's like you're some monkey
flinging crap
at the metal bars
in some zoo.

they are superior to you,
or
at least to them, you are
a rung,
just a support beam
to validate their weight.

there isn't anything clean,
so
they'll flush
you, just as you're picking
the pieces of
dried up shit
inbetween the folds
of their skin.