Friday, April 30, 2010

Day 27: Hopeful, or hopeless


No matter
If I work all day
Run around
Like a girl insane.
No matter
If I refuse to sleep
Toil into the night
'Til I can't see.

There's always
   More laundry
   More dishes
   More dust
Another floor to do
   More to do
   Clothes to pick up.
There's the bathroom
   The bedrooms
   The kitchen
   The yard
The livng room
   The hallway
   The car.

It's endless.
It's hopeless.
Why can't anyone see?
It just never seems
Like there's time
Left for me.

Caren E. Salas

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