I don’t mean to be a bother
it’s just that I think
I saw something move under your bed.
It might have been a sock monster,
Springing sui generis perhaps.
More likely the result of sympatric speciation
between the socks and mold spores,
now feeding on sunflower shells dropped down the crack
between your mattress and the wall.
I know. You didn’t notice, being very busy and all.
I’m going… oh, but if I may bring up
the issue of the drinking glasses?
On precursory glance I estimate seeing perhaps a half-dozen of them,
and not to be alarmist, but one appears to be growing a fur coat
or a new strain of penicillin, which would be quite a find.
I hate to hinder science.
Nonetheless, I would prefer the glasses be placed in the dishwasher.
Sanitized for our protection.
Again, I know you’re extremely busy.
Get to it when you can.
Lastly, I truly rue to mention,
but your closet door seems to be bowing outward
as if it were a womb for some alien life form trying to claw out
I don’t want to speculate recklessly,
but it could have something to do with the fact
that you last did laundry sometime in June
if my admittedly rough calculations are correct.
Perhaps you could get on that eventually.
No rush at all, but apropos of nothing..
I’ve changed the wi-fi password.
You may have it when your room is clean.