some extra money for milagro.
she works hard.
cleaning
my humble
home.
it's just me now
and forever more,
me making all this mess
of
dust and
crumbs, things tossed
about on
the floor.
does she wonder why i have so
many shoes.
what are all these
bathrooms,
and towels for.
she puts a shine on the dull.
the bed
made.
the clothes folded.
the windows
wiped.
she brightens up the day,
she leaves
the key
beneath the mat after
she's finished,
locking the door.
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