i cleaned my toilet today.
no. i really cleaned it.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
until it was devoid of all memories,
of a few too many chips,
and "undeserved" bread,
and extra guac.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
until it was, yet again, a mere toilet.

i cleaned my mirror today.
no.  i really cleaned it.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, 
until it showed no trace
of "too much" or "not enough"
which are one in the same, really.
visions of thighs colliding,
and stomachs folding.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
until i saw only a mirror.

i did laundry today.
no.  i really washed it.
i washed and washed and washed,
until i forgot about small, medium, large,
no longer saw muffin tops or sausage-legs,
just cute, comfy, colorful.
i washed and washed and washed,
until clothes, once again, were just clothes.

i did dishes today.
no. i really washed them.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
until they were no longer the home of the enemy,
intimidating fortresses,
dark caves full of strange creatures.
i scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
until they were simply pieces,
of porcelain, metal, and glass.

the one thing i didn't do.
was eat.
i suppose i forgot.
oh well.
maybe tomorrow.