Tidy

I tidy. Remember my grandma smiling. A billion plastic bags. Flying. Silver spoons. Hiding.

A billion linen with holes. From angry bugs. Electronic music noise. Fills my heart holes.

I tidy. Containers are too full. To take everything in. As I breathe in.

I tidy. I try to hide it.

I tidy.

Tidy.

It’s now tidy.

Goodbye.