Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Sweater.

Swimsuits drying on a porch baluster

Toys strewn about

Chair fabric stained

Feet landing in sticky places on the floor

Board and batten splattered with Nutella

Delicious wool rug pulled from little truck tires

Crumbs collecting in corners

As much as I long

For things to be tidy, beautiful, esthetic

I want more for them to be used up

Overworked

So that my home

Becomes like my favorite sweater

Crumpled, soft, a hug.