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Cactus Mary’s Hand-Crafted Soaps

Don’t float. When I was a kid the white

Rectangular bar of Ivory soap floated. 

It didn’t slither down reptilian between 

My legs where I needed to go scavenging 

For the soap in the dirty water among 

The filthy (some would say “unholy”)

Body parts. Soap that floated was surely 

A white middle-class conspiracy 

Designed to hide the sacred mysteries of life, 

Taught to me at last by the good Reverend, 

Little Richard and others of his denomination.

How good kids have it in the 21st Century, 

Diving into the Tao of all there is, learning 

About himself or herself simply because 

A bar of Cactus Mary’s Hand-Crafted Soap

Doesn’t float.