bed unmade days,
kitchen ****-all-around-roaches
email me thank you notes,
cockaround gratingly grate full
the dry cleaning unwrapped,
the plastic sheets dust covered,
can't recall why it matters at all
any of it
but she,
no
but she,
now-gone
pass by
the bed,
see the sign,
"to let"
on the toilet seat
upright
lie ever inwards onwards
idiots who let little things come
between,
wishing there were
ever still,
noisy
and so very
between
