Laundry Day

I come undone 
Like fabrics that are being sown together
I unfold into tidy
ripping apart looks like falling together
I make clean of all my messes 
Make them easy and palpable 
And when I am living in the easy
I must exaggerate feelings 
I live in the nocturnal
Parallel of what you think should happen

I organized your thoughts last night
In all the time I spent processing
I dried your ink and dotted your I’s 
While I was waiting for someone to ask me
What I thought about the paradox of living 
Is it overrated or am I under eating 
I swept the floors while I was crying 

When I am stressed I fold and tuck
And sometimes, I tuck away as many 
As a million smiles
Chaos has become my control room. 
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