dust allergy

by Caroline

drawers have no appeal to me; i pile things on open shelves or in simple heaps on the floor. cleaning my room means shuffling all of those things around, making neater stacks or hiding some stacks in the closet, both of which are an acquired taste. my throat still aches and i wonder, like i always do when i feel scantily well, if the way i pile my room causes dust allergies or secret mold cities where i can’t see them. if so, live on, mold: eventually i will find and crush you with the force of an ill-feeling woman.

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