Waking Up to Life

The counter is littered with crumbs and spills,

The refrigerator door handle is grody,

crusted with something I don’t recognize.

Brown fingerprints are plastered across

cabinet doors and drawers.

Dishes globbed with secret sauce

and filthy forks are dying in the sink.

Dogs look out the window

at something I can’t see.

I am not responsible.

I was fast asleep.

published in MuddyUm