Eventually

The purple cabbage head
perched in the back of the fridge
made a perfect bowling ball

for the containers of sticky
General Gau’s chicken
and broccoli in garlic sauce

for the blueberries
in the cracked-open
plastic

for the yogurt
for the half-drunk coffee
in an open cup

My to-do list
scrawled somewhere
this small household tornado
of go there
get that
fix this
yes yes I remember it now
it was important
like all the rest

“clean the fridge”

Now I write
“clean the floor”
and check it off

wiping and cursing

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About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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