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I’ve been cleaning this house. / First sweeping you out of it, / dustballs behind old shoes in your closet, / stacks of last year’s catalogs, / the gray dirt that clings to clutter, / and then, unwittingly, / polishing, arranging, even decorating / you back in. How you were before / when I thought you happy.
By Cedar KoonsAugust 1989Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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