Just blooming, Amaryllis. Hand
sanitizer, a bottle of corked Chianti
to be returned. A bottle of liqueur -
Pomegranate. The sound of my cat
eating dry food. In the basement
the furnace kicks in, all that dry heat
sucking moisture out of everything.
In the corner, a dead TV, red curtains
through the window, nothing but
pitch black. Astounded, I catch a
reflection, one tomato left in a bowl
in the kitchen.