Things Just Caught Up With Her

It wasn’t 
all the popcorn, hotdogs, candy 
eaten in the dark that killed her.
Those things just caught up with her.

It wasn’t 
all the boxes piled high
and then tumbling on her that cracked 
her head and made her a corpse.
All that junk just caught up with her.

It wasn’t 
all those clothes hung up on clotheslines
strung through her small apartment 
that  garroted her red, white and blue. 
All that designer stuff just caught up with her.

It wasn’t 
all the pots, pans and dishes in the sink 
that needed to be scrubbed squeaky clean
that drowned her  in less than a foot of water.
All those cookbook recipes just caught up with her.

It wasn’t
all those mops, sponges, buckets and brooms,
the bleaches, ammonia and other chemical cleaners 
that gouged her lady parts and asphyxiated her too.
It’s just all that housekeeping caught up with her.

It wasn’t 
all those books in floor to ceiling IKEA cases
that bibliated, Dewey Decimated her away.
It’s just all that knowledge caught up with her.

It wasn’t
all those fine soaps, shampoos and conditioners
that shrunk, desiccated and dissolved her away.
It was all that cleanliness that wasn’t next to
godliness that caught up with her.

It wasn’t 
all those un-filed files that shocked 
her coworkers, just her decapitated
head rolling on the company floor.
All that work just caught up with her.

On her tombstone it was etched:
LIFE FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH HER.