A Hot Buttered Mess

by laurie howland

 A hot buttered mess
That is how one could describe her
She is always late
and always a mess
Her hair
Her clothes
Her room being the worst
Even her book bag
Filled with old wrappers
A stray sock
How does a stray sock get in there?
I don’t know she says
Is that a crumbled cookie in a bag from Christmas?

A hot buttered mess
No matter how many times I yell
Get frustrated
or try to help
She remains in a state of chaos
Is that dirty underwear on your floor?
I don’t know she says
How do you not know if it is dirty or clean?

A hot buttered mess
She is running late again
Stumbling down the stairs with brush in one hand
and mismatched socks in the other
What have you been doing for the last hour?
I don’t know she says
Is that deodorant in your pocket?

A hot buttered mess
She is flinging papers all over the table
She is on the verge of a breakdown
I can’t find my math homework she cries
When did you see last it I ask?
I don’t knows she says
Can I help you look?

A hot buttered mess
Items are pulled from her book bag
Papers crumbled, torn, scraps and even straw wrappers appear
Nothing equates to her homework 
If you were more organized you wouldn’t lose things 
I know she says

A hot buttered mess



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