Bleach Gives the Kitchen a Clean Crisp Smell

March 5, 2018

I put five drops of lavender oil
Into a spray bottle
To freshen the carpets
And the pet fur.

 

Crimson cheeks and
foggy glasses greet me upon
entering the narrow hallway
in high October.

 

Train tracks outside
Shake the photos on the wall,
I hear the pitter patter of little feet
and rain on the roof.

 

Hot water
and pink bubbly soap
oily black cast iron.
The kitchen smells of
fresh cloved garlic
and green basil.
Center of gravity,
6 planets in orbit.

 

Books and canvas
bright tubes of paint
trunk full of keepsakes,
filled notebooks, and bad poetry.
Clean laundry
and folded quilts.
Smears of pen ink and acrylic paint.

 

Dog’s barking at the neighbors
outside of the window.
Shh! Baby’s sleeping.

 

Sewing Machine and
dresser drawers
Easy chair,
and dragons and elephants.
Salonpas and Coca Cola.
Set the stage for the reading
Of good books

 

Tan walls sport
black and white photos.
Black leather recliner
And a constant football game.
Man relaxes on couch
After 60 hours of work

 

Scrubbed clean tiles
rolled washcloths
teal towels and unused makeup kits
bathed in warm red light from
the low drop ceiling.

 

Galaxy of neon stars support
Baby’s dreams,
During a midday rest
Monkey stuffed animals
and paw patrol sneakers
Lay on the floor.

 

Red wooden plane
hanging over action figures
and legos.
Cartoons become white
noise
for imagination
And building-block sculptures

 

Bleach scrubbed table
set for six.
The train rattles the silverware
As I set the table.

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