some dinner

i wake up to a
sink full of dishes.
on the table
too.
the bones of a chicken
are strewn about.
there's
a dollop of mashed potatoes
on the floor.
i have gravy
on my shirt, red wine.
a string bean is stuck
to my arm.
my pants are on backwards.
the tv is still on,
the cushions of the couch
are thrown about.
some dinner last night.
a broken high
heel lies on the stairs,
a dress,
a stocking with a long tear.
i put my finger to my
chin,
lean my ear upwards
and wonder who else is
here.