Do you know how many
half-drunk glasses of water
were left out on
benches, tables, desks, chairs
last night I had to roam the house like
a Victorian match girl
collecting sticks of hazelwood
My arms full of the detritus
of living
that nobody else can see
let alone take responsibility for
And what, am I supposed to
examine the bottom of each glass
lovingly prospecting for nuggets
of rejected vegetables
body parts
the gummy residue of babyhood
Anyways go check
the bottom of the dishwasher