I had some grandiose plans
Of a spanking sparkling kitchen
Nary a speck of oil on the stove
Floor so spotless you want to dance barefoot.
Dust and dirt vacuumed to perfection
Laundry all done and swaying happily in the wind
Powdery freshness pepping up the air
Only thing left to do is wash my hair.
But I chose the better way
So dishes sit in the sink
While I breathe garlicky air–the aftermath of Chinese cooking
Indoor slippers feel better than clean floors.
I ignore my army of detergents, brushes, and mops
Grab a book and a glass of wine
Some chocolates and nachos
And gleefully indulge
In the liberty to choose
To just be.
The wine is good.