The state of the apartment is a sight to see
– but not for delicate people.
Not for people of modern sensibilities,
I should say.
People of order,
people who like their wildness tamed,
who are frightened by piles
uncomfortable with filth
who dislike the dust,
they should stay away.

The dust is very much me,
after all.
The dust is my skin,
my afterthoughts.
Where I have brushed past
the dust remains.
It is inadvisable
to remain in the wake
of my flowing trash.
My stuff is with me
constantly.