Can I Put OCD on my Linkedin?

Hardwood floor sparkles like the sea under sunlight.

Mirror smudge-free like the Virgin Mary. Hasn’t

stepped on a crack since 2009, saving her dear 

Mother from spine snappage like at least a thousand

times by now. Never has dishes in the sink, or 

has clutter on the counters, or crumbs on the floor

Just in case – God forbid – her apartment catches 

fire while she sleeps and the firefighters think that she is 

the kind of girl to leave her dirty pasta pot overnight. 

Does everything

In increments

of three. 

Tried to scrub him off for three months before she gave

up: calls that persistence. Skin rubbed raw

under sparkling suds of lavender and tears. 

Permanently stained; can’t get clean enough to move

on. To forgive the beach for what it allowed or the fabric 

of the backseat for not letting her melt into its leather.

If she were bleeding out on the floor, she would be

thinking only of the staining properties of her own blood.

Knows to blot with cold water, not hot.

Is aware she’s gotta follow that with hydrogen peroxide. 

But won’t be able to resist cutting herself

two more times: calls that consistency.