i clean
the house. i go at it.
with mop
and broom.
i find dust everywhere.
i scrub
the floors.
i vacuum the carpet.
wipe
the windows,
the shelves. knock down
the cobwebs
in the corners.
i empty the closets.
i am quiet in my work.
all day.
into the night.
so
much to do, to get
there. i want to get
there.
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My life
falls apart
around me, my clothes
in separate piles on the floor
waiting to be tossed
down the stairs,
landing in a heap
on the cold concrete.
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