what invades

i guess progress isn't linear :))

the white stains

on my previously pristine black shirt,

they mock me

 

i see today's laundry and i don't

see progress of today,

but yesterday's incapacity

 

there are dishes on top of dishes

and they smell;

 

a thought invades my head

in the form of a shiver

a sharp inhale through gritted teeth

like i had been burnt

 

there are sounds coming

from the living room

but i can't be bothered

i can't get up

enough to look over

enough to give a damn