trash day

my thoughts are so fragmented
im not sure how much good this pen and paper
will do me tonight

ive strung brilliant words together lately
to capture the tug and the pull
of this new place in motherhood

but they’re always appearing and disappearing
before i can write them down

it makes me feel lonely and disjointed
like im forgetting to take out the trash

and actually when i cant nail down
what’s itching my brain
it is very much like not taking out the trash

and the smell piles up and the bile rises
and the chore grows much more daunting
than it should be

i told you the pen and paper wouldn’t help me much tonight
look at what a bleeding mess ive just made

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