Daily Baptism Gabriel Martins

The mop is filled with 

cloudy bleach and water Wearing a

tattered soccer jersey, Esporte Clube

Vitória, 

Archipelagos grow 

Into nations as the stains grow Red,

then orange, then white You mop until

you’re scraping At the floor 

That never cleans 

The mist of bleach, burns gently– 

like acid in the rain.