I try to clean.  They’re showing the space.

I’m strangely keen to impress
those who will take my place.

Let it be said, her mirrors shone.

It won’t be noticed.
I think of my mother,

lift the stain from the kitchen floor.
A fleck of toothpaste from the sink.

An errant leaf.

Erasing the history of the past
few weeks.Were that there

were a sponge
that could do more.