Ring at the sight of
crusty outlines
On porcelain sink.
Drawers only half
empty from packing
Done too slowly, of a
broken e-reader,
A family portrait,
used paintbrushes.
A colorful collection
of permanent markers,
Bottles of empty beer
in a line up against the window,
None looking me
straight in the eye.
A half drawn plot
plan, like the final walk and goodbye,
We rushed to avoid the
end by sitting around. Now
The course to come is
left to intuition.
It doesn’t take a
discerning eye to see
I’ve been left to
clean up their mess.
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