I visit myself in the basement sometimes.
It’s layered more than four decades deep
with bins and boxes of important stuff
that has lain untouched for years.
My younger spirits live down there
with the dust and bugs.
But I’ll never catch them to bathe them.
I’ll die before I can mop under them.
I have no idea how to clean up
this pointless clutter that pertains to me.
I should just have it all hauled away.
Catherine Zickgraf’s main jobs are to write poetry and fold laundry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press.
Read and watch her at caththegreat.blogspot.com
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