From Look Winter in the Face, a collection published in 2015.
Well, lunch is eaten, over and done
By my watch it’s just past one
o’clock in the afternoon
The dishwasher will be full just as soon
as I get the lunch things in it
stacked in neat rows I don’t like disorder or when things don’t fit
together the way they always do in my crossword puzzles or true crime books
filled with meaningful clues and hints and looks
that aren’t a sick child coming home early from school
or the consequences of a broken rule
such as the one about how a red sock should not be washed with white
clothes, or if you leave the room you turn off the light
every time, or that eating mistletoe berries will surely kill you
unless you are a bird, I think, and then the rules would be different. Do you have another minute or two to chat?
I so enjoy talking to someone who is not the cat.