Stains from a Holiday

Coming back home I open the doors to Squeaky clean floors Made beds Empty trash-bins Neatly laid rows of shoes. The suitcases dragged in not yet still restless from their journeys stir, shake burst open! Spilling out mud, grime memories… Running wild they leave trails on the cold white marble floor make puddles in the…

My hands – Your Life

Your hands they summon me, rudely “clean up that mess” ” go fetch that bag” “tidy the room” “wash those clothes” ” sweep that floor” “scrub the sink “that plate’s dirty” “put your bed on the floor” always pointing, always showing, calling, sending, summoning, telling, ordering, dictating My hands always doing cleaning, scrubbing, mopping, washing,…