especially when single,
we are never quite completely
house trained.
sure we track in
mud,
grass,
whatever we step into
from the outside
world.
the seat is always left up.
and sometimes
we forget to flush.
the bread lies
untied on the counter,
the butter out,
the doors unlocked.
bills
on the floor, fallen
from the door slot,
are stepped upon,
pushed to a corner.
we can live in complete
clutter
and chaos and can wear
for weeks on end,
the same
shirt
and the same socks.
plants don't live long
around us.
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