MYTHICAL LILAC SLATE

She wants to paint the walls
A greyish purple
It looks better than it sounds
The way they are all now being
Faded booger yellow
Beige carpet underfoot
Shampooed echoes of cat poop
Breakfast burrito vomit
Broken blinds that appear
As if they were peed on
There is a stain
On every inch of this place
And a promise to fix
Way too many things to count
But each is lost
Among the laughter,
Tears and music,
Collected and live
I’m going to stop writing soon
And cook dinner