I Get Money (Reprise)

And each time
I scrub my hands.

I sud my digits with the fluorescent orange liquid
And while I cleanse myself of my future murderer’s bounty
I lather myself in the safety of your first floor bathroom.
Home in my hands, I remember the taste of your tea
Brewing in a pot once as big as I was.
I caress a hearth in my browned palms until it sounds like an eruption,
Cheers, because the white family on Feud lost and if even just for tonight that means we won.

Now each day as I come in to disinfect,
I no longer have that Dial soap.
And while I still lay siege to the capital of my palmprints' terrain,
I only replace it with clean. With just clean. With neutrality.

 And look at what the powerful have been able to do with neutrality.