cleaning up

the debris of your life
is different now
you think as you sweep
up the floor
from last night.
so different from married
life.
hardly a crumb to be found,
but now lemon wedges
and glitter,
glitter? from where,
from who?
the broken martini
glass. the single shoe.
whose ring is that,
those glasses,
when did a cat get
into the house?
plates of cheese
and warm shrimp
still in their shells
on the counter,
and the stranger in
the shower yelling
for soap and a towel.
things are different now.