The Greatest Things

I stare at the tile floor and wonder where all that dust comes from.

Our bodies, our heads. It’s all skin particles and hair. We leave a lot of ourselves lying around unintentionally.

I think about mopping it up, pushing all that brown water around. Squeezing it into the bathtub or toilet—I don’t own a bucket. Most of the time I just pour some soap on the tile, get the bath spout running hot and do it like that. Better right into the drain.

And this method works well enough; keeps the bathroom clean for company. Guiding the mop around the baseboards, squeezing it into the bathtub, sending the water down the drain. I wash the floor, I don’t get sentimental about it.