Spring Cleaning

Your mind is a house with all the curtains drawn.
Don’t you know I would come marching,
feather-duster in hand,
to clear away the dirt and the darkness,
to put away the dishes,
to replace the bone
your dog has been gnawing
for months now.

But instead, you are there,
in your body, and I am here,
in mine

and no amount of dusting
can fix a rotting floorboard
or a ceiling nearing collapse.


5 thoughts on “Spring Cleaning

    1. Thanks so much, Alice. I think I’m going to participate in NaPoWriMo again this year, so hopefully more poetry soon (if I can force it out of my brain; sometimes I think there are only termites in there) 🙂

Thoughts? I love those.

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