there’s always laundry day

there’s always comforting tedium each feeding into the next hour

hot afternoon naps of drudgery and subdued fidgeting turning sour

medicated patches in foil wrap and bloodied tissues in the trash

painkillers-only-to-be-taken-with-gastro-inhibitors induced rash

there’s always laundry day to wash away the sins by the hollow

for the stuffy scent in your room of which i still have yet to let go

bought you a candle and i hope it burns your house down you bastard — or if it let’s me linger in your room for a few more months, i wouldn’t mind either.

p.s. i started a writing account on ig @ menialmaladies :)