Hazel

you reach into
the drawer
for a spoon, but
there is none,
a dish, no luck.
a glass, or
clean cup, still
nothing, all
is in the sink,
dirty with a
week of cooking.
and the mop,
dried and hard
with no chance
of soaking up
the suds and dirt
along the floor,
no bags for
the vacuum, or
rags to wipe
the dust, where
is this dust coming
from? and laundry,
that too, piled up
like mt. vesuvius
on the basement
floor awaiting
wash and folding.
where o where is
my hazel to do all
of these mundane
chores.