Public Abstract

I swept
and am sweeping,
have slept
and am sleeping.

I heaved the head
of the mop
to the hod
and I’m heaving.

I’m sweating,
I’m wetting
the corn
of my broom.

I’m washing
the floor
in the room
where I waited
for reason.

I reasoned,
I teased
at the edges
of reason.