Wash it Off

Don’t you remember

that time you messed up

with the girl of your dreams.

Or

that time you wore that

mustard yellow jacket

the night of prom.

Adjust the boiler

based on the amount

Of

mistakes made,

days ruined,

and nights lost.

Like your house key last weekend.

As the fog clears up

from the evaporating water

falling to the porcelain surface

down into the drain

where the once living nightmares

will forever remain.