Inventory

smeared paint on the bathroom mirror

red and green hand prints stained,

porcelain’s melting embrace

rattled limbs.

the hallway’s axis

flipped

bedroom stripped of spirit

hangers guarded the carpet

cracked boxes

deserted nightstand

bare picture frames

except one

faced down

ours.

–

stumble fumble tumble

fresh slippery floor

let the inside rain

fall

–

by the time sun shrinks from the blinds

nothing but an empty wrist

a clock ticks further down

halfheartedly.

–

kitchen, doors left ajar

all pots

no lids.

the foyer-

ravaged,

nothing but the furniture,

and there,

a plum purple washcloth,

scent of

lavender

–

and

–

coconut.

–

clenched in a grip

swung the front door

and walked.