The month started strong with poetry and song then I got too busy really almost dizzy with obligations to others the relegation of mothers’ needs to the backseat they all suck my teat like I’ve got an endless supply of energy and time and I don’t know why I wrote this rhyme except now the month is through and I wrote this for me, not you.
Do you have a trash can like this in your house? Does it blow your mind every time you see it? Do you struggle to lean over the furniture to try to clean this mess up? Do you try to bribe your kid to climb back there and clean it up for you? Do you wonder if your cat is snacking on detritus?