Friday, January 1, 2010

A Day To Clean

Something animal in my room
I have been sniffing intensively
nosing around the quilts

The quilts look like this: thin, with dark triangles and blue rectangles and grandmother colored squares


they are rumpled by snout force, peppered with shed sock-skins
the scent of something trying to smell better what is it what is it?
masked itself musked itself I can hear my cat retching
returning newly parched and then slaked with
dust dimpled water from discontinued glassware...

Shall I, then, continue? Wrinkling all in my wake
safe in snot-caulk enclosure why find the source
and do nothing? I won't do something.
Hey-ho new year, what creature's died here?

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