Spring Cleaning

The vacuum screams across the floor—but I’ll

Take that over your screams any day—in fact,

I cleaned the floors yesterday. But you’re soaking

Your words with so much deception I’m left

Drowning in them until only my eyes are left

Floating above the lies that seep from your mouth

Like a waterfall. You say to turn that monster

off—well this seems harmless compared to the

fiend standing before me. So with only my eyes,

I push the machine across the floors until the

carpet is as clean as can be.

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