Clean

by Hannah Hodgson

I scrape off the gum
disfigured into curdled
milk chunks.

I empty bins
of tissues marinating
in tears.

I hoover popcorn 
dropped into
blood splatters.

I pick up the tickets
you moult 
at your seat.

As the light dims
and darkness pours
itself like a drink,

save a little awe for me.