Keys clinking in a ceramic dish Shoes removed Smell of garlic frying Sound of greens
being ripped from stems An excited announcer talking about how he went up
like he was hunting bodies I thought there would be piano Or a solo cello
Big game on replay Dinner in-progress Dull thud of knife blade
on cutting board To hunt bodies as a sport To have vertical To have eyes engulfed in sky
Used to wait for her at the window At the light she’d smile and wave
What happened to those days The day divided into routine(s) of anticipation
The elevator door opening Front door opening Shoes thrown askew
Bags haphazardly dropped Fast-moving feet In search of toilet
What’s for dinner? Shoulders shrug Used to be so organized Used to have ideas
Mind blanked Have I ever eaten before Vanished smiles hungry stomachs