: Generation Clean

Hello there, I'm Rachael.
For me the act of writing poetry is so many things. It's confessional, diary-keeping, hopeless speculation, problem solving, story-telling, therapy, anger management and relaxation all rolled into one convenient (and free) package. Almost everything I write is from personal experience. And because of the anonymous nature of a blog, I feel comfortable sharing things I wouldn't dream telling anyone in my everyday life. I suppose it's my outlet, my own little secret endeavour that keeps me sane and is entirely mine. I make no promises of producing 'quality' pieces of worthwhile literature. My main objective is to be honest, and hopefully you'll be able to find something you can to relate to in this jumble of words.

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21:02 25th Feb 2012

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Generation Clean

Whenever there is a crisis, you will find me - with a feather duster.
It is hereditary I am afraid. Whenever things go to shit, out comes the bleach. Then the anti-bacterial spray, mops, sponges and rubber gloves.
A disaster is announced by the sound of a hoover rampaging its way across the carpet, sucking those poor fibres within an inch of thread bare.

I do it, my Mother does it, and my Grandmother too.
When catastrophe comes calling, we women get cleaning.

I don’t know why we do it. I think it has something to do with the synthetic gleam of a creepily clean house.

We are slobs, make no mistake in that - but when the going gets tough, me and my Mother will polish and buff.
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