clean closets

I clean out a few
closets

to rid
the junk and smell of a previous
tenant.

I pull up the carpet,
the tiles,

sweep clean the shelves.
so much

was hidden and found,
a treasure trove of her lies

and betrayal.
dumb as a rock

always caught,

each closet holding a
secret in boxes

in bags,
pound after pound.

I wipe, I sweep, I use a blow
torch

to wipe out every germ,
then spray
holy water all around.

may she rest in peace
wherever

she plans to die.