Friday, February 12, 2016

#39 Kevin Brophy 'The cleaner's life'

Eventually

you notice that insects tend to die
below the windows,

that a barefoot man with dusty soles
put his foot
against the wall
under the desk,

that there’s always food spilled
down the sides of stoves
and bar fridges,

that mice know how to leave
their droppings
along the tops of skirting boards
and somehow high on walls as well,

you discover the affinity of toothpicks
with tricky edges, corners,
curves of plastic handles,

that the uncomplaining door to the bathroom
has been sprayed
with someone’s forgotten vomit, drink,
who knows what,

you discover that a good thumb nail
is your best tool,
that your knees cannot be taken for granted,
that your hands are made of cardboard,

and the cleaner you make a room,
the more startling
its defects become.


3 comments:

  1. How I relate to this, Kevin. Cleaning evokes what has happened. And there is so much of it! Moving poem.

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  2. I like these resonant observations.

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