it can be cold or new or forced or empty
thereare clean walls of my drunk neighbor
who says his christmas is quiet
its a children's holiday anyways
and the clean floor and desk of friends
just visiting the room they grew up in
then fly home again
there's the dust free dwellings of people
that couldn't stand it otherwise
and the meticulously folded shirts of my great aunt
who had all the time in the world
my room is seldom as clean as tonight
but i breathe deep and see my life
as it should be, a framed piece
of sedimentary sediment
not sedentary laundry
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