Selected Poems

sitting back enjoying a breakfast blend with a little non-fat made in the fancy one-cup contraption that you love  

there is a little mold on the window sill and the strings on the window treatments don't work quite right   

the oak floor has cracks from the water dripping from the refrigerator with the confusing water dispenser that causes everyone to spill  

the kids leave a mess so I clean up, then clean up, then clean up, then I refuse to but then I clean up again  

they stay up too late and don't want to hang out with me the way they used to so I clean up  

i love it all even when I don't