have you seen the charger?

have you

seen the charger to the phone,

i yell out,

leaning my head up the stairs.

no.

she says.

what about the charger for

the i pad,

or for

the electric blanket, or for

the red-light therapy

knee wrap,

or the face mask?

have you seen any of those?

nope.

she yells down.

look under the sink, maybe.

or in the dog's bed.

what about the charger

for the electric

drill,

and the weed whacker?

seen any of those.

i can't find

the battery pack either,

check the wire trough in the garage,

she says.

next to the box where we

put the batteries

and the

extension cords

and the instruction manuals.
look there, she says,

oh, and do you mind taking a trip

to the dump

today.

all of those old tv's, computers

and monitors,

phones and printers are

blocking the hallway.