the clean house

it's a clean house.
swept
and wiped, dusted and mopped.
the mirrors
sparkle,
the counters shine.
hardly a crumb
is found.
books along the shelf,
a place for everything,
everything
in its place.
it's not a house I can
live in
or visit for very long.
i'll bring it
to its knees
with the likes of me.