One Week after Departure
Today's mail is stacked neatly,
three small piles (bills, yours, mine)
on the kitchen table. Those rotting
tupperware containers are gone, and the
egg tray is freshly washed. Last night
I scrubbed the tub on hands and knees,
and tomorrow I will attack the moldy
shower curtain. Perhaps, by Tuesday,
I will have erased every trace of your
presence, and can work quietly at a
(dusted) computer...listening for your
muddy footsteps in the hall.
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
June 19, 1996
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