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House Cleaning Alice B. FogelYou know sometimes the house feels like a dump for instance maybe before you go away or when you come back you could pay a little attention to detail act like you care to notice where the cobwebs dull the plaster how much dust dims the shelves because did you know that neglected houses deteriorate faster than tended ones so once in a while will you clear the air stop overlooking dead bulbs in lamps needs to take out the trash make good a promise to scrub and to sweep under your bed and lie in it at least occasionally get down on your knees with a rag a sponge around the grimed toilet rim drag out the vac plump the pillows feel for what’s under there leaking pens sticky nickels dimes just remember tidiness isn’t the same as change still when was the last time you touched the house this way unhurried a little possessive about where things go what belongs there there is a place for everything too much to ask all right enough you already wiped that down you could rub it raw scratch the finish push the furniture too far from its dark indents otherwise next to godliness the house wants to be neatly accepted for what it is or at least what you ought to know it could be now and then either you work with what you’ve got alongside each other like parallel lines said to meet somewhere or else you know a place could get too perfect you’re like a Venn diagram all codependent overlap how about you compromise with good enough for that comfortably lived in look a spot less reputation wasn’t what the house had in mind and won’t let anyone feel at home Alice B. Fogel Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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