found time to shine (finally)

there was too much
dust
in the corners. the scent
of cat dander and
dead skin cells resting
on chipped paint and bruised
paneling was too
much, too
present. hours of
hands and knees and
scrubbing and (please
don't think this is
actually
about my floors, now)
withered hands, pruned
by pine-sol-water, and
-poof-
no more dust. no
silvery strands of spider-spindle
or finger-printed walls.
erased the traces
and opened spaces, i
guess picasso would even
be proud.
fall is here, again,
and my mind feels so
damn
clean,
it squeaks.

~k.