there comes a point
when you have to clear
the room,
throw away what's
bothering you.
that chair for
instance. springs
out, tufts of sponge
padding revealed,
the broken
lamp that won't
light has
to go as well.
the clock stuck on
eleven thirty-five
almost always
in a lie,
the thin
bare rug once thick
and bought in
more prosperous
times. coffee
stained, and torn
where the dog
worked out his angst
about you not
being there.
a fresh coat of paint
might help as well.
throw the windows
open and let in some
clean fresh air.
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