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Live in my house

But do not leave a footprint

Upon my life.

No cup nor plate

To mark your passing.

No hair on brush

No careless towel

 In blameless bathroom.


No toasted crumb

No waste nor wrap

On flawless floor

No ill placed bag

Nor muddied boot

In hallowed hall.


I will ignore the path

I see you take.


You may


Brain drain on violent game

Gang hang on silent street

Drunk skunk in shady shed

Text sex in rundown room


But do not bring trouble to my door.

And do not leave a footprint

Upon my life.



◄ Touch and Go


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 31st Dec 2013 17:43

Cate, it seems to me that this isn't, in any way, a literal piece about messy people. I find your poem very powerful, angry and deliberately strong - more like a last-ditch stand against a very difficult person - swirling one of those spiked clubs around your head, with intent to let fly if necessary.

I hope it gets sorted. 'Do not leave a footprint on my life' is a brilliant line, and a ghastly idea.

Happy New Year.

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Thu 19th Dec 2013 19:49

Many's the time I curse the careless towels and cups and plates - but I really wouldn't be without those footprints - would that every person had such a home - and when you think about it, this could apply to more than children.

Very sad Cate - but real. I love the way you express yourself. x

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