glass cleaner

Morning light through dirty window panes

Soft glow illuminating tiny mistakes 

I fixate on 

Cloth and glass cleaner with a little elbow grease

Return to its transparency 

But I still see 

The spots on the surface that won’t come out

Engraved and carved word of mouth 

Spoke too soon 

Reverberations of carefully constructed narratives 

To each their own story, I am only a character

A villain 

I stay firm in my own an anti-hero

The truth will never reveal itself 

But each morning there is light