Dirty Laundry

the manifestation of my malady
is in the excuses i laugh off,
for it is all too common
among our cohort.

( p e r h a p s  w e  a r e  a l l  i l l . )

is it busyness
is it laziness
is it illness—

i never know.

for i have been inseparable
from my affliction at least
as long as i have been

and i have been by myself,
save for
the ladybugs and plastic bags and clothing
(i may as well not own),
surrounded by the evidence that
i am either crippled—
or a disgrace.

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