the illusion

I like

how milagro
stacks

my books. rearranges
the linen

closet.
the eggs.
the tomatoes.

separating, the cheese
from

the rest.
she seems to know where
everything goes.

shoes in the closet.
dishes,

look at how the bed
is made.

the shelves are dusted.

she makes no comment
on what she sees,

what I've left out on
the table

or in the sink.
silently, she goes about
her work.

giving order where there
is none.

keeping the illusion of a
good life alive.