The house is done. It’s now not mine.

 The painters are done. Everything is white. 

The rest of me is in a pile of dust in the garage. 

A couch & TV. Toilet seat & quilts. 

It’s spices and pots & pans. Covered in dust. 

My existence will go somewhere else very soon. It’s time. The pile will move. 

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