Clean House Today by JD DeHart

The dust of my life
has gathered on the window sills
and on the spinning fan blades
that scatter small bits like
a pepper grinder.
A stack of mail sits on the counter
so deep and long
I have forgotten its purpose.
Syllabi gather like a congress
of old friends who have turned
against me.
Where did I find this need
to shred the evidence of my existence,
to cast off the unnecessary fragments
that other people probably
paste in well-meaning scrapbooks?

jd dehart
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available on Red Dashboard.

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