At Home Detailing [poem]

I'm at home

detailing

the curtains with little
teensy
weensy
dabs of yellow paint -

all the while the dark cloak turned
spinning and stopping
and
stooping
for some little thing -

I'm at home again,
detailing
my comb with

microfractural

cuts -

and all the while the dark cloak turned
spinning and stopping
and
stooping
for some little thing.

(I'm at home

again

detailingeverysingleinfinitesimalaspectofmy

life)