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.
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