It's hard to work in the midst of chaos.
Full marks to the painter who managed to
brighten the walls
all round the piles of furniture and boxes.
He didn't even laugh at me sitting
on the floor,
computer-less, on the phone
passed from pillar to post
Not out loud anyway.
Today, I wanted his job.
Tomorrow, he will finish, and walk away.
I have to Tackle the Stuff...
Whitewash is so much easier than relationships.