Not cleanliness
nor it's long absence.
Fruit swoll
with sweetness,
time tacked
to ripeness
and is temporal
and attendant
what,
flocking up to greet you,
in threes, bodies balloons
of sickly orange-green.
Small, yet antiseptic
forces
brought to bear
there
and there and there.
Until orderliness gives
way
to fruit flies in the bathroom.