no ice

stale bread
on the counter,
growing blue, warm
milk, the melting
of everything with
the power out
has taken place.
you have been gone
too long and
the eggs have
warmed within
their white clean
shells, nothing
has survived
this outage,
butter has gone
bad as you've always
suspected anyway.
you go to make
a drink but
there is no ice,
just square soft
ponds of water
divided. and
so you'll start
over. you're used
to that.