Sometimes a word is just begging to be used
But it rarely provides the context for you
I’ve added it to the proverbial checklist
Just after the dishes, and a shower
There’s never enough free time
I just need to be comfortable
Maybe after I fold my shirts
Far too many wrinkles
This tea needs more
Of what I can’t say
Why is it so hot
Yet I’m frigid?
I just can’t
Not yet
Wait
Oh
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Sometimes a word finds you