The television buzzes and pops <br />and the dishes loom in their piles <br />while the dog looks up from <br />her empty water dish, <br />the laundry is folded in sorted piles <br />yet to be claimed by the household, <br />and the internet is on <br />so nobody calls, <br />and under the three remaining bulbs <br />a yellow light is cast, <br />thrown among crusty plates, <br />and the papers are spread out <br />in categorized piles to show <br />if we can afford to just throw away <br />the spaghetti hardening in the pot, <br />while the cat yowls at the doorknob, <br />but nobody hears <br />over the sound of things falling apart <br />while the television drones on <br />about tornadoes.<br /><br />Ayn Timmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-i-can-hear-the-confusion-and-sorrow/
