The Dishes from Homebody by St. Catherine's Child

don’t look at me like that.
I know I said I’d do the dishes before you got back.
I’m not sure what you thought you’d find,
but I did think about them a couple hundred times.

and I can’t seem to leave this bed.
the journey to the sink just fills me up with dread.
you can drag me there with all your human might but,
can’t we just leave them there tonight?

don’t give me that sad smile.
I changed my shirt today, that’s something worth my while.
I’ve painted all my nails bright pink.
I couldn’t risk them getting ruined in the sink.

and I can’t seem to leave this room,
to face the dishes and my soapy lemon doom.
you can drag me there with all your human might but,
can’t we just leave them there tonight?

don’t look at me like that.
I know I said I’d do this dishes before you got back.
I’m not sure what you thought you’d find,
but you have found me here a couple hundred times.

I can’t seem to leave this bed,
despite the reassuring lies I know I’ve said.
you can drag me there with all your human might but,
can’t you just leave me here tonight?

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