Living Pro Prose
On a day where there are dirty dishes sitting in my sink, not many, but a few and the dishwasher is sitting full of clean dishes in need of being put back onto shelves, on a day where there is dirty laundry crumpled in small bundles sitting in a clothes hamper with little stains and odd smells that are blended from food, pets and perfume I ignore them all to spend time gestating in my own imagination far away from such trivial things. Yes, I know there are small coffee stains painted on the counter tops in my kitchen some in circles, some in half parenthesis, some splotchy, some small spots, right next to fresh bread crumbs haphazardly scattered about while I pretend that they’re not there, in order to spend time pilfering small anecdotes of word phrases from ideas that have gathered around that I wish I could place into something written for as it is all the while knowing that the floor needs to be swept and the ceiling ...