Everything’s in place, layers of
neatly folded freshness. Monday morning the disorder
countdown beginnings. Friday evening: BOOM!
A culinary exhibition fit for
royalty: come in, eat, relax, explore every
cranny except that cupboard.
Spick-and-span: my room is spick-and-span
neat and inviting, what’s that straining sound?
Cloth bombs in the cupboard?
Written in response to TJ Paris haiku challenge – cupboards.