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.
Bye