Plates pile high in the sink
like skyscrapers straining to the sky
while pots and pans litter the counter,
marbled with spilled sauces of brown and pink.
 
Dust motes overwhelm every surface,
and laundry overruns the hamper.
All around, the pungent tang
of the unwashed lingers.
 
But, I couldn’t care less
because I have a book in my hand,
its story in my mind,
and paragraphs rollicking before my eyes
as the plot races to the peak.
 
Resolution is near,
crisis almost averted.
So I must – MUST! –
finish these pages,
this story. This book!
 
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