dirty love

dirt attracts dirt
and so finds itself
hobbling, and collapsing in on itself
tiny puffs of grime caught in orbit
the inevitable dance of dust and lint
like little space spindles

one rolling hair
under the invisible guidance of some inter-fibrous static cling
knitting flakes of epidermis
into a necklace of gunk and grit

lonely knots of pollen
blown broad across a llano of laminate lino
intrepid little tumble weeds
the woven wonders of mud mites and microbes
skirting the borders of barren contours
with a shiver here
and a quiver there

a storm of detritus
in the corners and canyons
until it clots and congeals
like a scab
like a conclusion

dirt is humble
dirt is patient