requiem for one deceased muse by Rhyana Fisheri didn't drown her on purpose
it's just that the dirty dishes took over the counter
the mold required bleach
but i blinked and mind blanked
so it probably poured over her head
her piteous sputterings were lost in the clink and clatter
the poor dear once was too big to fit the basin
i suppose it's not surprising she shrunk
it's been ages since i had any thought
worth pressing pen to paper
i blame the dirty dishes
it's always the damn dishes
(and dusty floors and cobwebbed corners
if honesty must be honored)
forks and spoons sink in the sink
and plastic lids make for poor rafts
she didn't have a chance
i almost feel bad
but at least the counter is clean
and she's in a better place now 12/02/2012 Author's Note: "She's in the dresser. The shoebox in the dresser," sayeth my husband.
Posted on 12/02/2012 Copyright © 2024 Rhyana Fisher
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