It was a very long day,
a very long week in fact.
I had no work tonight!
We cleaned our room, vacuumed,
clorox-wiped, took out the trash,
and removed thick layers of dust off surfaces.

"when hair falls off and eyes blur And
thighs forget(when clocks whisper
and night shouts)When minds
shrivel and hearts grow brittler every
Instant(when of a morning Memory stands,

with clumsily wilted fingers

emptying youth colour and what was
into a dirtied glass)Pills for Ills
(a recipe against Laughing Virginity Death)"
- e e

Soon, I shall climb my ladder,
lounge under my only happiness(fairy lights)
and read Sylvia Plath under the stars.