Between Heaven and Hell, Jacek Yerka, 1989
Keeping House
Ignore the mess but
look closely at my kitchen nonetheless
I've planted every clue, my hidden
archaeology, my recipe
a trail of crusts
and crumbs, of everything
I did or ate or made, my store
of thoughts, overflowing the careful
cabinets, pantry chock full
with canisters of want
cups with which to measure
my wilted afternoon of flowers
in a vase, and eggshells, dream bits
lipstick rims on leftover
milk in a glass, the ring
from the bottom of a pot, and only drips
to show what Tuesday was about
or Friday or probably tomorrow
for that matter, I am afraid
that this is who I am, my story may never be
cleaner or better, never prettier
than it is right here today, told by
a used napkin on my cluttered, littered
spattered kitchen countertop
--smh
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