the smell of clean linen makes me sick

i walked by a bed of grapefruits with no urge to peel them all, ravishly, the way he

i know what it is like to be taken advantage of.

(by surprise)

i walked by a basket of soiled laundry with no urge to wash them.

i am no longer washed up.

a man at work smelled of stale citrus.

(yuzu, grapefruit, orange, lemon)

i walked by him with no urge to peel him back.

no urge.

i inhaled deeply and imagined writing this.

i walked by him with no urge to peel his clothes off.

wash them.

dry them.

leave them for someone else.

I HAVE NO URGE.

i have forgotten a lot of things, but i won’t forget to take my clothes out the dryer.

fold them up.

put them away.

fold them up.

put them away.