It adds up, doesn’t it? (Day 3 of 30)
People: it is time!
when the fridge contents comprise half
full peanut butter and just-ever-so opened soy-
it is time when hummus and olives hide
bread between stacks of ambitious leftovers
to do some errands.
By this point, the unmade bed appeals to
neither canine nor person, but protective
services instead. and collared
shirts are hard pressed to
(I’ll) be hard pressed to
clean foot by footprint.
where on this ground
my friends wear their shoes,
my friends, where in this neighborhood,
is the laundromat?