to the temporary clean of rooms in homes
comes dry heat, dry lips in hot pursiut, dry fans.
to the elaborate clean in desk and re-shaped heads
comes heavy pallets, assorted sweats, sweet humor
and insistance. to clean the crumbs,
flake away a full afternoon for some the serene surface,
an unclotted mirror, a well-shaken rug,
is to a deeply folded drawer of panties
and all the things that panties may mean to a bedroom,
a body, a pair of pants.
to enjoy a fixed-up living room,
to post your own notices on in the clutch of
a bedstand is the perfect part of ownership,
the last vision before a sleep sets in.
little lost causes
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