garlic and dust fill the air of this kitchen.
wooden panelling, hanging off the wall with indecision
old sitcoms stretched on a shiny tv that knows nothing
i'm sweaty from diving into a closet of memories
diaries notes collected mugs from utah, Pittsburgh, kentucky
the house is lined with clothes, in every corner you look, something begging to be placed, used, or discarded
the plums outside swollen
and juicy from the heat,
begging to be picked only to fall
the apples come later, stubborn and tart
[enter thought process break for dinner.... uh]
