Tuesday, August 4, 2015

18/52: not tonight

how did the water get on to the counter by the sink?
set aside that I've been washing dishes for the last hour -
I didn't put it there.

It's a puddle
snaking around like some country dreamed up
by a colonial conquerer wearing a hat
with a big feather
straight in from the 16th century -
he hasn't even taken his muddy boots off
before trodding in to the kitchen.

It's a bent thing that is not supposed to be there -
an Easter Island head
that has grown up from under the formica,
a little froth on the side of its mouth.

I'm tired
and unwilling to give into this harassment.
I'm not giving up the towel
to this interloper. Not again.

Not tonight.





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