My Piles Are Staring At Me
My house is perpetually full of stuff I do not need.
Hair bands? No.
Pens that do not work. No.
Patterns? Who sews these days?
Stuff I have dragged in myself after dragging other stuff out.
Stuff so similar, it was silly to exchange it.
I am looking at an Easter banner that I took down and put on
The TV set last April or March.
I did not even see it again until
This second, and it is November.
My piles of stuff is staring at me.
Glaring at me.
Laughing at me.
If I had to identify what was in the pile in the corner
Right now or a guerrilla would machine-gun me, I would be murdered.
I would be luck to guess two things in that pile.
Death might be preferable to
Cleaning out this stuff.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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