i scrubbed two years clean
off the wastafel
the toilet seat
the shower curtains
the bathroom mirror
flecked with toothpaste
smudged with
my fingerprints
from trying to clean it
i ran wet wipes
on the window sill
picked black lints
with bare fingers
shook curtains
with verve
what’s left from life
let billions of dust specks
go up my nostrils
hit me
with your best shot
i remember
ages ago
a landlord admonished me
why is there still dust
on the window sill?
and she ran a finger along it
then looked deep
into the tip
meditationes de prima
mr clean
i don’t want admonition
i ran my hands
along the top
of cupboards
bedside drawers
the tv hung on the wall
i wiped em clean
on my real mccoy
cargo shorts
“papa kenapa
masih bersih-bersih?”
“nggak papa nak
kasian nanti kan
orang baru yang nempatin”
Divagyrations 