by Kathleen MacGregor
While you were away,
I swept up a bit
And shelved the books
That had been piled into
Tottering columns and
Spread across the Ottoman.
Piles you shifted each time
You came home.
PilesĀ I insisted were
Exactly where they needed to be.
While you were away,
It seems I took over
The fussing,
The irritation with clutter,
The discontent.
The resentment.
While you were away,
I woke up early, and
Made...
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