I pick at the lint piles
on the carpet floor.
The vacuum cleaner
having long expired years ago.
Tired from all the sucking.
The cat hairs have nested in.
The early morning catalog of breakfast crumbs.
The dust mites will be unhappy,
restless.
I am removing their lot.
The psychiatrist at the doorway is
shaking his head, pad and pen in hand.
So easy is the diagnosis.
So clean now is my carpet.
Copyright January 16 2013 All Rights Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells / Meloo from her Tilt-a-World
Came to me riding over the Morrison Bridge. Written on back of a receipt.