Can you hear the dishes washing nightly
as the laundry spins round ‘n round?
Or is it just me who hears the sound
of the dogs barking and the children crying?
The maid, she’s no longer trying
because I’ve been cleaning for what feels like ages.
Washing every window, while writing all these pages.
Washing every counter, while the day’s still beginning.
The sun’s still missing.
I’m still missing your tell-tale groan
As you roll over with a smile, your seeds already sewn.
Half of the bed is made, but what’s that smell?
There’s me waiting in the kitchen for you, can’t you tell?
You better wake up soon, babe, or the syrup will start to drip.
All over the floors that shine for you so brightly.
-5/9/09
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