First World Woes

I prepare myself for the reality of dryer lint.

I steel myself against what I perceive 

Will be unnecessary steps

To deliver it to the trash can.

My old house had a space

For rubbish to go right beside the dryer,

But now, so many things I miss.

I fight the urge of remembered complacency,

The thought patterns that suggest

That yesterday was better.

But what about yesterday's yesterday?

Yesteryear?

I cannot help but sigh 

And roll my eyes,

And wonder if I have room outside

For a clothesline.

-jenn