when will i get my Tupperware back?

finally i get the call that

i've been dreading.

it's Emily.

before she says a word

i can tell it's her.

something about her breathing

when she's angry,

or disappointed.

hello, i say,

cautiously.

so when am i going to get

all of my

Tupper ware back, she says.

we've been broken

up for three months

now and you promised

you'd drop it off on my porch,

weeks ago.

is this weekend okay?

yes. did you wash them all out.

of course, of course.

no worries. i'll get them all

back to you this weekend.

and don't forget the glass

containers too, with the lids,

and my

travel coffee mug.

the one with the big heart

on the front

that you gave me for

valentine's day.

got it. is that all?

well there might be something

under your bed,

with a long extension cord,

could you bring that too.