You can see, you can see light

by Amy Turn Sharp


It is like when there is no underwear clean in the house

and my husband tries hard not to mumble as he plods on commando to work

and like when there are lots of ingredients in the pantry but non match

It is like when the floor is crunchy underfoot

and the ginormous piles of might be clean laundry on the wooden floor

mock to the empty pine drawers

It is like if someone were to pop in unannounced today I might die

It is like that always when my creative self is trumping my reality self

At least the children are happy

wild

but happy

and the husband still holds me tight

at night

it's OK

right?

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