A Bloody Huge Mountain

It’s a mountain

an absolutely

bloody

huge

mountain.

And it never

ever

goes

away…

…if only a stray sock!

(or a collection of stray socks

tied together

by another stray sock)

if only them!

The mountain never goes away!

 

Tonight a new load

to cover the mountain’s peak

timed to start

at 0500, tomorrow, Geneva time

when the water is cheap

and

just before I wake up

so

it’s finished!

In time to be hung

before I disappear

to get the kids to school.

 

Then it goes

that load

onto the production line

of one: me at front, middle, end.

God, I hate folding!

and those bloody stray socks

… no, my love, I say to my little one,

I don’t know where they go…

…I’m sure there is a book about it

(but who has time to read?!)

 

At least I can fold while watching TV

but then there’s the

putting-this-mountain-away-part

in all those drawers.

Oh my, I’m so bloody tired.

(Existential question:

finish this movie, wake up tired

or put this stuff

in the kids drawers at least

And wake up

tired…)

 

Bugger it

back to the washing…

 

It’s a mountain

a bloody huge mountain

and it never

ever

goes

away.