Holding up your end
Impersonal letters, open or not,
arranged in disarray.
Wrappers,
of mints and candy bars
chips and cheez-its
keys and
salt, pepper, parmesan cheese and
a pumpkin I'll carve,
eventually.
Coasters
next to drinks,
still cold
on the bare wood of a table
not worth worrying about.
Mismatched socks where they don't make sense,
everywhere, if you have to ask.
The rug is off-center and
collects crumbs too quickly.
Cards and coke cans
in odd assortments
on top of a stack of magazines.
Pencils, pens, maybe markers and pennies or dimes,
no dollars, unfortunately.
Unwanted receipts and other things that
accumulate in pockets and end up
spilling out on
bedroom dressers.
In this case,
living room tables.
Shot glasses,
empty bowls with spoons,
dirty plates and cups, coffee mugs,
all of which belong in the damn dishwasher,
or at least
in the sink.
arranged in disarray.
Wrappers,
of mints and candy bars
chips and cheez-its
keys and
salt, pepper, parmesan cheese and
a pumpkin I'll carve,
eventually.
Coasters
next to drinks,
still cold
on the bare wood of a table
not worth worrying about.
Mismatched socks where they don't make sense,
everywhere, if you have to ask.
The rug is off-center and
collects crumbs too quickly.
Cards and coke cans
in odd assortments
on top of a stack of magazines.
Pencils, pens, maybe markers and pennies or dimes,
no dollars, unfortunately.
Unwanted receipts and other things that
accumulate in pockets and end up
spilling out on
bedroom dressers.
In this case,
living room tables.
Shot glasses,
empty bowls with spoons,
dirty plates and cups, coffee mugs,
all of which belong in the damn dishwasher,
or at least
in the sink.
