I make a batch of popcorn
getting ready for a night of binging
on Netflix.
I pour in a little oil,
then the hard tiny kernels
of corn.
I turn the heat up, but then
the phone rings
and I walk around talking as
i'm prone to do.
upstairs, downstairs, talking
with my hands. engaged
in the conversation.
catching
up with an old friend.
when I come back into the kitchen
the popcorn is everywhere.
on the floor,
the counter,
on the fan, the pictures.
on the window sill.
I forgot to put the lid on.
this is when I miss my dog,
the canine vacuum cleaner
that he was.
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