There are things that I will happily doand things I do begrudgingly,
like dishes.

Dishes, I take responsibility for
only on the rarest of occasions.
I hole up dishes in corners of my apartment
and wait for the right time to do them.
In some cases, the right time
has still not occurred.

Sometimes, I eat off boxes
to avoid dishes.

Washing dishes sucks.

Taking out the trash, though,
is fun.
I get to excise demons,
purge myself from what was keeping me down,
remove the waste.

There is purity in that cleansing ritual.
If I could throw out my dishes,
that would be another matter entirely.