She hasn’t driven her vacuum cleaner around the rooms;
the dust sits thick.
Piled up dishes will be taken care of – soon.
Hillocks of washing swell and lie in ambush;
windows are opaque with grime;
the fridge’s fruiting moulds are eager to be let loose.
the bottle stack threatens;
a compost bucket barely contains its ooze.
atop a slimy sink.
The slattern sings. Loudly and out of tune.