It’s happening again
Deja vu
This scene that is about to begin
Why does history have to repeat itself?
You know what I mean
The airing of the dirty laundry
Oh if these walls could talk
But for now
I will strip them of their memory.
I can no longer sweep this
All this (throwing hands in air)
Under the rug.
I try looking out the window
But my vision is marred.
The stale smoke of your cigar lingers
Stagnant of days gone by.
So I have nothing left to do
I inhale a deep breath
I turn to you and begin
(pause)
(sighs)

My Spring Cleaning