MY HOUSECLEANING POEM
The Hawk Kitchen Noon
I take off My Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring
to put on a dusting mitt for The Staircase
— the only part of The House I dust
with any regularity —
& contemplate The Particles
thereupon:
The Cat Hairs mingled with unidentifiable fibres
small elements of organic matter — probably off shoes
The Shallow White Film attributable to dead skin cells
accumulating
as I sweep down Twelve Red Steps
whereupon
lost I become in A Cosmos
of underhanded
trickery
knowing I will repeat the process
ad infinitum
