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people build their homes out of the age of their tea kettle and which plants they keep on the windowsill by whether or not the cups and plates match if the cupboards are minimalist or overstuffed from the color of the walls and state of the floor right down to what they hang on the fridge the scent they choose for their dish soap and the way the words come out of their mouths *i am tired of tending to other people’s homes using their sponges watering their dead plants sweeping their floors and smelling their dish soap tired of listening to my words crumbling as fast as i can get them out* and i want a home with fresh flowers on the counter at all times something delicious simmering on the stove with hot tea every night and cream line cappuccinos every morning for breakfast the plates don’t need to match although i’d like them to i know i’m not that type of person and the mugs and washcloths don’t need to be handmade but i’m sure most of them will be anyway with a goldfish and succulents both of which will live long healthy lives yellow walls and maybe a sunny breakfast nook with a crochet lace valence over top the window *your hand to hold your chest to rest my head on at night* and when the dishes rattle it won’t be in frustration or anger but in peels of citrus and laughter *i’m ready to build a home of my own and i want to build it with you by my side*
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
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people build their homes out of the age of their tea kettle and which plants they keep on the windowsill by whether or not the cups and plates match if the cupboards are minimalist or overstuffed from the color of the walls and state of the floor right down to what they hang on the fridge the scent they choose for their dish soap and the way the words come out of their mouths *i am tired of tending to other people’s homes using their sponges watering their dead plants sweeping their floors and smelling their dish soap tired of listening to my words crumbling as fast as i can get them out* and i want a home with fresh flowers on the counter at all times something delicious simmering on the stove with hot tea every night and cream line cappuccinos every morning for breakfast the plates don’t need to match although i’d like them to i know i’m not that type of person and the mugs and washcloths don’t need to be handmade but i’m sure most of them will be anyway with a goldfish and succulents both of which will live long healthy lives yellow walls and maybe a sunny breakfast nook with a crochet lace valence over top the window *your hand to hold your chest to rest my head on at night* and when the dishes rattle it won’t be in frustration or anger but in peels of citrus and laughter *i’m ready to build a home of my own and i want to build it with you by my side*
copyright 10/29/18 by b. e. mccomb
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
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