Philanthropy/Purgation

From where I am standing

I am doing something good.

Does anybody want some paper?

I bought too much

A long time ago,

And now I do not need it.

Now, I do not need it so

I threw away a yearbook

From elementary school,

And felt nothing.

The way I see it

It is all things

in the end.

I have some free books!

I put them on the table

Please take some—

I do not want them

Anymore.

I do not want them,

So I threw away any pictures

I could find

From high school.

Or middle school.

Or ever.

I am just cleaning.

Why do people look at me

Like

That?

I am cleaning,

Cleaning is good,

I do not need these things

I do not want these memories things

I do not want me things taking up space.

More books!

My graduation gifts.

Games! Tabletop, Video, you name it!

A bottle of holy water from my grandmother.

Why the concern?

Why do people look at me

Like something is wrong.

Cleaning is good.

Something is wrong,

People look at me,

Yet I know not the concern.

I cannot find the first thing I wrote.

I tossed the thing my cousin gave me.

I cannot remember why I feel. this.

Did I do that?

Did I make the environment

Too sterile?

Is my start too

Fresh?

I gave away the clothes I did not want

And threw every shirt from college

Into the trash.

No object feels safe within my home.

From their perspective

They probably think that I’d sell the walls

If it meant I could forget who I was.

Have the world, I do not need it

Have my flesh, I already have too much. enough.

I shan’t take a thing.

I give away some more

To a horrified onlooker.

I do not need it.

Cleaning is good.

If I give away my life enough

Will people see it right?

I am being kind.

I just need me things

Out of here.

Cleaning is good.