follow the bread crumbs

i leave

a trail of me throughout

the day.

anyone

could easily see where

i've been,

which room

i've moved onto,

where it is that

i eat,

where i watch tv,

or rest

my feet.

my breadcrumbs

are

coffee cups

and plates,

forks and spoons,

actual crumbs too

of toast

and cake.

i miss my dog with his

perpetual

vacuum, tidying up

behind me.