the trash did not get picked up this week
because we did not take the trash out
or maybe just because we are all far too sad to be of much use anymore.
maybe because it is Wednesday
the sun comes through the glass and reflects back the droplets of rain that cling desperately to our eastern windows
neither should you.
dripping down the garbage disposal to catch among the blades,
rain never falls from the same cloud twice.
the storm that left them here now far away.
know that i mean it because it is painful,
the tomato plants are burning, leaves turning soft yellow,
the compost bin is full.
because i cannot see them from the bathroom window
so, therefore, they get forgotten
the memory of green leaves blowing away with the gentle sway of curtain in open window-ed breeze
the fruit flies having claimed them for their own.
the bananas on our counter have long turned brown and mushy
not just because it is honest.
so when i say the dishes are rotting in the sink