Heehaw

The more I open my eyes
The more I see
grime
which must have been dust
At some point of time
Now turned into thick
Slick wet mud
the more I scrub
My floors with fervour
The more they yield
Dirt and earth
and now I wonder
If anyone ever bothered
to clean this space
because all I see now
are large dust bunnies
making little ones
as ugly as them
dog hair and humans
braided into thick strands
fattened with dead skin
dandruff, scabs and more dust
all I touch
leaves a mark on clothes
wherever I sit
anywhere I roam
streaks my clothes
with faint grey reminders
of all the spaces,
large and little places
that never got cleaned
never found a mop
grew morbid in darkness
eating pans of dust
in a fit of sneeze
I begin to clean
like draining the ocean
with an espresso cup