Well, I've forgotten again

Somewhere between being a better person and a good student, I forgot the dishes left in the sink.

Clay pots, forced to fit into the metal kadai below.

A thin blanket of slime balances herself on the cold leftover water.

I can smell the mold,

From

my mind

that thinks -

'another thing you forgot you useless fuck!'

No one can say that but me....to myself

No

I don't hate myself

No

I don't love myself

Yes

I have become accustomed to myself

Like uneven flooring in your house,

You used to trip but now you know where he sits, waiting to trip you.

I manage to not trip, usually.

Occasionally, he still manages to get his boney foot just as I take a step and

BAM

my head on the floor

I pass out

Those dishes is what happens when I pass out.

pray that I don't pass out.

P.s. and that I wash those dishes ):