Monday, June 05, 2023

Time Sheets

Haunted by a lack of things to do
The cleaners decides to triple bag
All the cans. Bartenders drill deep shines 
Into wormwood. Red, brown, old blood
On sheets for the cleaning lady to scour
Baking soda and Dawn dish soap
Not on the list. So not in the Instacart 
Your mistake, not mine. Waiting
For things to do. To fill up the time sheets
Five minutes chatting with Kaitlynn with two n in her name. A meeting someone canceled.
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