reality check


full-length mirror
so I can check the reality of me

brimming laundry baskets
and unkempt sheets
wannabe racecars
barrel down the street

dirty dishes
stacked like Jenga
70s green carpet
as if mold mushroomed across the floor

harsh breeze of a fan
for 90 degree days
only makes me shiver
when the weather catches a cold

photos unframed
plastered on the creme-colored wall
I stare back at my reflection
grasping the stupidity of this all

for the millionth time today
checking the reality of me

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