Living With a Slob

A Poem by Yağmur

The title is adequate

Your car stinks
Like sour milk
Stale coffee
Sweat
And take out food
Left in the sun for weeks

I still remember
Sitting down in your back seat
In my new dress
Only to find a sticky mess
On my a*s
From something you left there
And forgot about

You’re always forgetting
To brush your teeth
To wash your body
To change your clothes
To take out the trash

Which has been piling up for days
Flies have gathered
You don’t care
Don’t even notice

You chuckle at me
Spending my Saturdays cleaning
Counters, windows, cabinets, floors
Scrubbing my body in the shower
Until it’s inflamed and pink
But what I really want to do
Is scrub you off of me
So you’ll disappear
Down this sink