Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem

When we fight I clean
It just makes sense to me
Miscommunication, misunderstand, missteps
I cannot control
But tidy countertops, neat stacks, open surfaces
I can

When we fight I clean
It just makes sense to me
Past issues bubbling through new happenings
I cannot control
But made beds, washed clothes, organized drawers
I can

When we fight I clean
It just makes sense to me
Hurt feelings. Valid feelings. Tough feelings
I cannot control
But swept floors, tucked in chairs, lined cans
I can

When we fight I clean
It just makes sense to me
Turbulent arguments, disappointments all around
I cannot control
But the appearance of my self, my home, my life
I can

3 comments:

  1. I also clean after a fight. It's amazing how clean my house is after a big fight. I always thought that it was just a way to release my energy, but I do see the control piece of it also. Thank you for sharing this deeply personal and well written poem.

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  2. Aw, I feel ambivalence in this poem. Sadness for the frustration and anger, residues of the fight, and relief that you have something that helps you work through it. I hope you made up!

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  3. Fights are horrible, they make you feel so drained, after it's over. While you are in the middle of it you are pumping with adrenaline and cleaning and sorting a house makes complete sense, your emotions are in disarray but you can control how clean you house is. I get this totally, I do it too. Hopefully this fight is over and you can sit back, exhausted and enjoy a lovely clean house. I liked the repetition of the first two lines of each stanza. Well written.

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