My mom hoover-ed the carpet
All around my feet
But I refused to lift them.
I was comfy in my seat!
So she ran the vacuum
On top of all my toes
And I felt it sucking
Me up into the hose.
I swirled into the vacuum
And wondered if she knew
What her only daughter
Had just been pulled into.
The vacuum bag was cozy.
I was on a bed of dust.
I probably could live here
If I had time to adjust.
There were cookie crumbs to eat.
There were threads that I could weave
Into brand new clothing
If I ever had to leave.
I even found my earrings
Next to my missing keys.
I loved the hotter weather
That felt cool with the breeze.
Last night I’m glad I wasn’t
Near the laundry bin
Or I’d be in the washer
Filled with water, set on spin!
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