of peanut shells in the living room
going up the stairs
to the bedroom.
i have no one else to blame.
i rub my lips,
salty and dry.
i'm very thirsty.
i look at the calendar
and see that it's twenty
more days until
the maid comes again.
i wonder where the vacuum
is. did the ex take it with her
when i asked her
to leave and never contact
me again.
no. there it is in the basement
closet covered in
dust and spider webs.
i could go out and buy
a new one, i suppose.
it's what i do.
get rid of the old.
replace it with new.
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