maid,
because
now you're supposed to say
housecleaners,
or something,
but my maid Milagro
is late again.
sometimes she arrives
every thirty days,
and other times,
it's two weeks.
8 am, or two pm.
who knows.
i'll get a text at midnight
telling
me tomorrow.
she's all over the place.
i try to reason with her
to set a schedule, but she
yells at me
in Spanish,
and says that i don't understand.
she's right i don't.
i just shake my head
and leave the key under
the mat and go to work.
cleaning up of course, before
she gets there.
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