I saw my footprints, dried in place upon the recently mopped floor

with the windows open,
I hear the rats running circles,
playing games of seek and tag,
along the 12 foot ladders,
that sit beside my bedroom wall.

The dry, fluid air
lands on my carpet/settles on my arms.

I spent 3 hours cleaning today.
My finger tips were pruned and white
as i watched the floor dry,

leaving watermarks and the fake smell of citrus.


sometimes i envision wonderful trees,
silly creatures,
and growing grass in jars.

most evenings i find myself alone.
Nine times out of ten, i prefer it that way.