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
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