Haunt

I visit myself in the basement sometimes.  

It’s layered more than four decades deep

with bins and boxes of important stuff 

that has lain untouched for years.

My younger spirits live down there

with the dust and bugs.

But I’ll never catch them to bathe them.

I’ll die before I can mop under them.

I have no idea how to clean up 

this pointless clutter that pertains to me. 

I should just have it all hauled away.