A weather report reads 
the temperature of your lower lip,
plump, curved, and volcanic red
in the evening light. Disposable camera days. 

The dinner table set.
I walk the extra plate, fork, knife
back to the cabinet 
while stuffing the napkin 
in my back pocket.
I miscounted.

A potted plant wilts in the winter months. 
I sing to it, but only at times 
when I feel like myself. 

My backpack has been empty lately
except for a foreign receipt 
to a toothbrush, 
and a candy bar. 

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