Trying To Clean Inspires Me
Nothing inspires me more to paint or pen
Than trying to clean
I despise everything about cleaning
I would rather be pushed into a canyon
With five hundred hungry salivating wolves
Than pick up a dust rag
Proof of this could be seen yesterday
When I ran over and wrote “clean me”
with my finger in dust on the table in the living room.
My husband was horrified.
Or anyway, he acted like it.
Scoff. Scoff.
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