These bobber and blueberry plaid sheets
don’t seem as sleek as they once were.
I don’t think I washed them last week.
A put-together person
really ought to wash their sheets
at least once a month
because wrinkles and stains
don’t just take care of themselves.
Didn’t our mother raise us better?
I ask the neatly put together bed
that silently sleeps beside mine.
Although, I suppose,
the ticking of the clock
is the only answer I’ve got
anymore.
That bed only stares,
always stares.
That bed is done in purples and reds
and I always said it could use
a dash of black or white.
And when it won’t sleep at night,
I flip its radio on
and I keep country going,
even though I can change it
to play anything that I like.
The radio sits on an empty dresser
next to a bare table now,
one that I really should dust.
You’d be surprised how much collects
when no one stores
deodorant and lip gloss there.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
These bobber and blueberry plaid sheets
don’t seem as sleek as they once were.
I don’t think I washed them last week.
A put-together person
really ought to wash their sheets
at least once a month
because wrinkles and stains
don’t just take care of themselves.
Didn’t our mother raise us better?
I ask the neatly put together bed
that silently sleeps beside mine.
Although, I suppose,
the ticking of the clock
is the only answer I’ve got
anymore.
That bed only stares,
always stares.
That bed is done in purples and reds
and I always said it could use
a dash of black or white.
And when it won’t sleep at night,
I flip its radio on
and I keep country going,
even though I can change it
to play anything that I like.
The radio sits on an empty dresser
next to a bare table now,
one that I really should dust.
You’d be surprised how much collects
when no one stores
deodorant and lip gloss there.
*This style of this piece was inspired by Shoshauna Shy's "Bringing My Son to the Police Station to be Fingerprinted"
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