Are you ready for this…Oh!

-Fergie

Cleaning

The last time I cleaned was about half an hour ago-

I felt the anxiety that comes with the unknown

The beating of drums pouring through the window melted its way through the window

Last night when my windowsills needed help

I told myself I would write to feel better

A quicky, as one of my fav high school teachers would say

She said it and the girl to my left burst into laughter

I talked to her even though she had bad teeth

Like me

She needed braces, but I was still scared of her

As I clean, I separate paper towels into two sheets

And place them over the center of the roll

And now I am going to sweep and vacuum

I feel like my writing style goes through phases

Only myself and those who read my writing would notice this

Or I might just be overdramatic

Tomorrow I am going to do the bathroom

And sing along to Pandora as I find premature self- actualization

I am going to be ok when everything is organized, when everything looks good

But who else will see my apartment but me?  It seems without point

That I am trying to be like a sophisticated and adult

And I feel like a dork, a kid, a baby