There were windows to be washed and plates to be cleaned
and clothes to be hung up on the line
in line
with the wind
And the cabinets were giving her a hard time
smiling with their broken handles
and scores of cans that needed to be stacked in alphabetical order
And the magazines and letters and ledgers to be evened
and the books in the library tipping out over the edge of the shelves
The sock drawers were empty of their marriages and color coordination
and Priscilla could feel it all imploding at once
They were looking at her
the lamps that needed to be polished
the end tables that needed to be dusted
and the floors that were crying out underneath layer upon layer upon layer
about how they hadn't seen the mop for years
This was all too much
and it was here
in this mess
that they would open their holes and mouths and sink themselves into her flesh
and clean her
dry
Cleaning is so over-rated!!!!!!
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