the meeting

you call a meeting
with yourself.
your dog attends
too, although not
invited. your cat,
sitting on the piano,
pretends not to notice
as she licks her
paw and rubs
the back of ear.
you read the minutes
of the last meeting.
which are short
cryptic notes that
you can't even read.
it doesn't matter.
you have some things
to get off your mind,
so you stand up
and take your turn.
this makes your dog
wag his tail, hoping
for a walk.
you talk about finances,
and the messy
house, work, and
relationships. your
eating habits. you
mention without
naming names, the coffee
spills on the walls
going up and down
the stairs. dust balls
under the bed.
things need to change
around here you finally
say, then sit down.
you see the cat staring
at you, shaking her
head.