Dust and Me
I really think I can see the smallest speck in the world.
Molecules mean nothing in that case.
They don’t believe me anyway.
I had just vacuumed the living room.
All the dust went away.
I saw it all go away.
I believed it.
When you throw away something-
It really does go away.
I threw away the vacuum bag on Tuesday.
Dust gets stale in the house.
They say some things are microscopic.
So why doesn’t everyone have a microscope?
And a lab to test everything.
I could have dusted the fan.
Sometimes, it’s impossible to reach up there.
But my mom says I should find some way.
Maybe everything will be ok.
I carried the smallest speck in the world.
For four years of college.
A ladder.
If I climbed up to dust off that fan.
I could get dizzy and fall.
And it would be all my fault.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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