cleaning my apartment at 2:37am

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I can’t sleep between sheets, hot with the day

That tugged at my nerves until they were raw,

And so I will find myself on hands and knees,

Between plastic bottles and buckets that slop

With steaming hot water, smelling of bleach.

Scrubbing at marks that hardly exist,

In the desperate hope that it washes away

The unfortunate pain of a world is mad

With perfection and abundance, unattainable to you.

You wipe and you dust, thinking it helps

Spraying those bottles scented with lemon

And hoovering powders from thick, shaggy carpets.

You can clean and make tidy, but never it changes

That the raw disinfectant that eats at your skin

And eats into night hours at 2:37;

It won’t clean away the spots and the blemishes

Clouding the life that keeps you awake.

Better to sleep and rinse out the brain,

Tangled in sheets, unwashed and creased.

3 thoughts on “cleaning my apartment at 2:37am

  1. Margot Kinberg

    I think people have all sorts of ways of coping with those 2:00 AM monsters, Rachel. Getting a good night’s sleep would be a lot healthier, but that doesn’t always happen. And if you’re going to be ‘battling monsters,’ I suppose cleaning isn’t the most self-destructive thing you could do.

  2. clcouch123

    Hmm, I was washing dishes in the middle of this past night. Forsaking the fall-back from Daylight Saving Time as well. I know I should have been sleeping or trying, but I wasn’t. Now I’m tired. Still here but tired.

    Well-expressed middle-of-the-night description!

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