Chores

I'm taking laundry out
Stuffing it in a garbage bag
Warmth all bundled together

Absentmindedly pulling apart lint
Already dragging my clothes and myself
Down the hall

Warm jeans
Folded into drawers
The blinds are half-closed

Pulling the closet open
A steady accumulation of dresses
To match the ever-increasing row of heels

The stacks of books in the corner
Need no sweaters
Clean pages, ready to be underlined

Wandering back up the hall
Abandoning my true loves
For a box of forgotten dryer sheets