Queen Clutter: Midas of Mess

by Bianca Ambrosino

My madness is measured 

in the stacks- my treasury of mess. 

Call me Queen clutter. 

Mutter notice of it under your breath.

Bean counters could never add up 

the horde of my trash debt.

Can't calculate why I keep 

Old mail and unopened 

antiquities 

on my kitchen counter, 

On the floor,

In the cabinets.

My motivation is.... Fickle. 

I am often starved of interest in- 

anything. 

So when I strike it I 

keep it 

in sight if I like it because 

one day, it might fit again 

though, I can never know 

when that will be. 

So my home is covered in clothes I don't wear.

So many memories that I have touched 

with my hopeful hands 

have turned into gold so heavy 

that I cannot throw any of it 

away 

And now I, Madame Midas of mess, I'm so 

full 

of inedible artifacts that 

I have no room for hunger. 

I am starved for emptiness. 

Impacted 

with old, dusty gold 

I cannot digest.