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The Vacuum

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The house is so quiet now
The vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,
Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouth
Grinning into the floor, maybe at my
Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.


I’ve lived this way long enough,
But when my old woman died her soul
Went into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bear

To see the bag swell like a belly, eating the dust
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