What Won't Sweep

by Aria Pike · 21/03/2026
Published 21/03/2026 09:16

The Styrofoam came apart when I pulled

the lid — white beads scattered wide

across the tile and dropped into the grout.

I swept. They shifted to the side.


Swept again the next morning. They came back.

Same grout lines, same corner by the door,

sitting there and catching the light

like they'd been waiting for the floor.


I've swept that spot three times this week.

The broom doesn't get them. Too small.

I stood there this morning with the broom

and just stood there.

That's all.

#domestic life #futility #household chores #monotony #resignation

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