The thing about this world is that we don’t hide our messes
We let them scream. We let them shout.
We let everyone in the neighborhood know and let them mull over
our bad behavior. We let them run after us with forks.
Then we repent. Then we take up a broom and sweep the streets.
We pick up our litter. We wipe everything clean.
Polish it even.
The thing about this world is that we don’t hide our messes.
We clean them.
That’s what a nicely-done messing up is all about.