I have eaten too fast again
the stir fry sits in my stomach
like a wet t-shirt
I have not peed since breakfast
I forget to blink
I turn the faucet off with my toe
and put the milk in the garbage
by mistake
I feed my son cashews
while I hand out cards to the gallery owners
who show up unannounced
and in a stolen moment in between
I make time to floss
a tiny rebellion
because I’m later than I thought
but I do it slowly
relishing the orderliness of the task
the dome of solitude
the little payoffs of toast and old kale
nothing else to do
but hum.