writing about dust bunnies, cause I know I should

[doyoulovecoffee]

they always seem to come, she said,
in those two inches deep dusty rooms
I found one again, she said
it smelt like just after a war,
an abandoned home, she said
souls sold in the floors sole
the way a fan sings sneezing all that should be new
when we're ready to scare away, she said
the pigeons of the past
brooms be time machines as long as the dirt doesn't last
how dust bunnies multiple in a hare
and twice as fast
till they flutter, she said
we do gasp and hold our mouths shut
cough out the dead skin
reject what we have lost at least at last
nothing is as new as something new is
wait upon the coat
that dust should dress time
we're here, she said
waiting to keep warm
is a simple task.