tiferet shebchesed
With thanks to
our landlords for
telling us over
food last fall
that it works
for one partner
to be clean,
the other neat,
I see the
entryway pile I’d
agreed to dismantle,
get started while
kombucha water boils.
She asks about
the yellow slip
that I’d assumed
was not mine.
It says “Seat
Check Dest. Amtrak
Date Keep In
Sight” and, flipped
to the other
side, in script,
“Carry-by post Baltimore
on 171. Please
take back to
Baltimore. C. Iyer”
True to style,
I choose to
reuse my luck
rather than recycle
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