Cleaning House

by Nikki Moustaki

Originally published on June 2, 2006

There’s something wicked that empowers poets cleaning their houses Poetry loves a fresh floor, a spotless toilet, even under the rim. There are a thousand ways to get grout white again. A thousand ways to shine tile, to polish a sink new. Poetry lives between the bristles of a used toothbrush, Metaphors choke when the [...]