Crusty saucepan soaking in the sink. Un-
stable pyramid of dinner plates, bowls,
a vase, silverware, wine goblets and one
strand of linguine festooning a roll.
Cautiously, I attempt to pull a dish
from the pile to rinse and use, but my grip
slides on a gruel of pesto, fried fish
and sour cream. The whole shebang teeters, slips,
and falls, clattering in the stainless-steel
basin. Damn! Did I wake my roommate up?
No. How lucky. Using my fingers to feel
what’s safe to lift, I uncover a cup
full of coffee and one battered peony
so red in its pool of black bilge, I let it be.
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