Oddments

In search of story


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The Cleaning Lady

She cleans.
Cobwebby grievances
wizened words
fusty dustbunnies of omission
ambushed
in airless corners
of family memory.

Stains and grime
a generation old
clothespinned
on crisscrossed lines
exposed in stale sun
to narrowed eyes.

Dirt.
Familiar friend.
Ally.
Excellent weapon.
Swept
piled
admired
saved
for another
never-new day
re-cycle
re-tell
re-kindle

Eat off your floors?
No, thank you.
So clean a house
lies.