Day 11: an un-love poem

Today's prompt was to write an un-love poem. The example given was one of my very favourite poems  ever, a very brief one by Margaret Atwood:

You Fit Into Me

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

–Margaret Atwood

I decided to go with something a little less profound!

Bless this mess.

Look around

and you’d get the idea

that I harbour

a deep and undying

love

for dust;

for dirty windows,

unwashed dishes and mess;

that I feel an affiliation

with chaos and calamity;

that I admire the disordered

and disorderly

allowing them to take

refuge in my home.

A single glance

sweeps floors that

a broom has not.

Your peering judgement

notes papers scattered

            (not even in piles)

across the dining table;

more bags and backpacks than any

one person should need

piled on chairs;

pens that have escaped

the captivity of pencil case;

books, power cords, an old cardboard box,

empty coffee cups,

stamps, a stapler, jewellery removed

and set down instead of put away.

Placemats mark two spaces where

we can eat

now that the rest of the table’s surface

has been swallowed

by the commotion of my life.

But all of it is

much tidier

than the thoughts inside my head.