Cluttered

sleeping cramped

in the corner attic

dust is everywhere

dust

spiders

all the worst things

but worst of all worst

clutter unimaginable

it's not just the space

it's not the spaces in-between

spaces where there isn't any

it's the piled high paper

that not one person

will let me consider

recycling

shredding

or otherwise disposing thereof

so my small cot is surrounded

the deal is this:

spend the night among it

all the cumbersome details

and their trappings

and all will be forgotten

you see,I was bold one day

normally I can't even

touch the attic door

but something had to be done

and I was alone

the window was so inviting

and I wondered

what would it look like

to see just one pile

fluttering down in the wind

like the moths they are

tonight

I sleep by that pile

for I am not the only one

with a problem