Spring Cleaning

I think I'm going to throw away

your stiffening corpse

lying in my attic.

I've begged

cajoled

tickled

hit

shaken

kissed

embraced

and kicked

you. But you keep going stiffer

and stiffer, and you've started

lately to smell. Don't mind,

please,

but I'm tired now.

And I'd much rather have

the latest ikea hat stand

or a two dollar mannequin

standing in the space you are blocking

with your ripening purple corpse.

Yes, I think I'll throw you out now,

don't mind please,

darling,

but I don't think you are coming back to life.