Hazmat situation

I move the bed
to center of the room,
and cover it with a drop cloth,

I find covered in dust,
a gun, a wig,
a whip.
handcuffs, a bottle of
Wesson oil
and high heels
under the mattress
under the box spring
and the frame.

there's a video camera too.
a pack of gum,
clothe pins,
a crate of condoms, cigarettes
and matches,
candles,
and strangely a black and white
picture of someone that
looks vaguely like you.

what the hell.

oh well, I carefully,
cover it all up and push it out
of sight with my shoe.

such is life. I get to work
and try not to think
of what goes on here
at night.