4.11.10

Filth and Itch

I'm cleaning up, moving on.

Armed with Scrubbrush, Dustbuster, Windex, Mr. Clean X3
I am going to attempt
Domesticity.

This is a foreign concept to me.
I haven't cleaned my apartment in two months.
The shower's starting to stick
The sheets as well
And I can detect foul smells emitting from both garbage bins
And a pile of dishes piled in the sink.
Mold would not surprise or terrify.
Bugs would not surprise, but WOULD terrify.

My Grandmother used to say to me that cleanliness is next to godliness.
Apparently neither trait was stamped on my soul
So here we are.
Dirty again.

The pile of garbage next to my desk has now surpassed my desk in height.
I am sober and disgusted.
Cleaning up, moving on.
Until I can find another excuse to dirty myself again.

Don't follow the light.


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