better

I was better left undone in that pile of debris on the floor

left unswept and ungathered, left behind to tangle with cobwebs and dog hair

I was no sooner getting comfortable in my dusty ways when the door swung open

and nearly blew me away.

You act like a god with thunderous steps and expect me to reorganize for you

to crave your cleansing ways…

but I much prefer to lay in the dirt and

nestle into cracks and grooves ready to hold me infinitely

than feel as if the only place you want to find me is at your feet.

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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