Finding Corners In Fitted Sheets

Intensity drops in,
early, before
I have a chance
to set the day in order –
puts me on the defensive.

She clings
encourages me to hold on
her sick creativity awake with impulsivity –
I am ailing
loyal
compelled to launder the linens

Desperately trying to find the corners
in the circular fitted sheet –
dependent on daily chores.

She wants to talk about feelings
but I am still numbed from sleep
from this never-ending illness,
from this perfectionist drive for optimism

She wants to embrace
hug me into submission
lecture me on the benefits
of organics and loose-leaf teas
and I am too busy avoiding her
to be grateful.

(Originally written in 2018, and edited here. Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

33 thoughts on “Finding Corners In Fitted Sheets”

  5. Loved the poem. Thanks so much for sharing. And as for those fitted sheets! A friend was so frustrated she created her own that is user friendly. Calling it The4thcorner – as that is the corner where most of the cursing might take place when they don’t fit. haha.

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  12. You have me curling up into my fitted sheets after 5 weary days of not being able to find another day to catch up on all the days that I am behind … the world is spinning faster, and I’m moving slower than a snail …

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