Pulled apart-
Yanked in every direction.
{My arm is all stretched out;
it weaves from room to room
and rests on top of the laundry}
The dog whines.
The daughter pouts.
The dryer buzzes.
The phone rings.
{A thumb sits by the milk
perfectly refrigerated;
thirty-five degrees}
The dishes smell.
The rug's a mess.
The beds are lumpy.
The trash is moving.
{My head bobbles on
a long, loopy neck;
I am a slinky}
The books sigh.
The shower frowns.
The toilet growls.
The bills laugh at me.
Has anyone seen
my left boob?
