Crying, Fighting, Pleading

Every second if I must.
Try and stop me. Make the work go faster. Please.
Sing a song to me. Sing it for me
again and again, until your voice gives way.

Make me dinner and breakfast. Served on a pretty plate. Arrange with care.
I’ll wash every dirty dish. Utensils too. Dispose of what is left.
I’ll plant seeds and water the garden. All will be nourished.
All will be considered sacred.
And things will be okay again.
And things will be okay.

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