Glass dishes, tinted blue,
Oh them, oh you.
Sweetly, round and small spoons,
for coffee stirring,
during my breakfast alone
in front of the television.

Clear glass mug,
half full of green tea
sits waiting, embarrassed on the table
till it turns cold,
and for what meaning
could this be for?

This desire to not do anything,
fell out of the shower
and soaked my whole body.
A day off of work
not used but spent waiting
for the day to just be over with.

Long grocery store walks
long bedroom stares,
and patrols for a single thing
needing cleaning.
this is not how I envisioned
the days of me taking care of myself.

At home, gone from home,
always in some form of
not being completely anywhere.
Sweaty glasses,
cold, half eaten dinners
stare at me in anger.

Soft towels hanging
on metal towel holders.
Alone in the bathroom
waiting to be appreciated.
I recognize with them,
rub my hand across their front.

Empty laundry basket,
Empty change jar, tip jar.
Some reason to spend all my money
on food I do not need, nor want.
Oh them, oh you, Oh me.
What have we become?