Come Clean To Me Poem by Julia Luber

I am going to have to clean up my act. Somehow pristine,
immaculate. These reflective blames just don't sound clean-
like the adolescent cover ups of a moody teen.I should focus on only
a beaming star- bright and shiny in the night. Decorative and
tamed to twinkle and light. And light the night and soak up sun.
As carrying all that weight around just isn't fun. And what does
the sun weigh? I fear to say or to obey that distant rhyme- that it
is pure lightness of a different time; a memory that I command
"Come clean tome."