“Women who sit, unwashed” by Julia at the desk

Wednesday April 22, 2020
9:05pm
5 minutes
Do You Know Any Lazy Women?
Cynara Geissler

I am not a women who sits unwashed
unless you count today
yesterday
and then before that too there was a stretch.
I don’t care anymore, I’ve decided, if that makes
me an unlikable narrator.
I’d rather be a reliable one.
I’d rather you put your trust in my hands and let me show you.

Sometimes I get mad when you question my honesty, but what I’m
most upset about is you not trusting your own which leads you
to all that not trusting anybody else stuff.

I am not a women who sits unwashed
not usually.
Or usually what’s the difference now.
What’s the difference if the bangs are
frizzed out or if they frame the face.
What’s the trajectory from the couch to
the office when the office is sometimes
bed sometimes breakfast.

I won’t hide about that part.
There’s no table cloth right now because the tables
tell a different story.
The tables house the pens, the weed, the hot water bottle,
the slow cooker, the squishy baseball, the camera.
The tables suspend all of the parts of ourselves we might need
ambling from room to room