Written using sentences found by searching for ‘dust’ in my WhatsApp search bar.
My house is an ice palace
of dust and passive aggression.
I left my window open
to air all the dust generated.
Now the dust has settled,
sweep all of it up with a dustpan and brush,
dust off my disco ball,
coax a song from your dusty throat;
When I’m rudely awoken by the dustmen.
I love the amount of tasty dust on your fingers,
you simply have dust for hands.
© Carl Burkitt 2021