Put the laundry in the washer Turn it on Twist the silver dial delicate
Get the rest off of you floor In a laundry basket Years worth a large collection of cloth things
Drag the plastic baskets down the basement stairs
You're halfway there
Carry the ***** dishes Armfuls and sticky fingers But at least you were eating Even if some days its just mugs with dried tea bags you are accepting something into the shell you become
I sit on the floor And start putting markers back into my craft drawer Thinking about how she liked to draw And how she was so good at it But she will not live long With her condition
I shake my head Pick up candy wrappers and place them in the trash I think about how my 92 year old grandmother is dying more everyday And I haven't seen her in 3 years Family difficulty
I carry the trash bags down stairs And wash my hands three times
Fold the laundry
I do this every few months After midnight motivation Comes And I'll take anything I can get I lay in bed Took a sleeping pill so I wouldn't have to deal with my head
The melatonin makes the nightmares go away
And that's because I can't stay up late enough to become scared of my brain