Today I am Lady Macbeth
For there is villainy in my housewifery.
A desire for raw cleanliness:
A house, preternaturally starched,
White, blank, void.
Ghosts flapping wildly outside,
And now you.
Jammy little hands and molton eyes.
Crayon marks adorn the spaces
Once filled with fear.
You smile and the ghosts are
You help me to take down