it was a good morning
dishes with smeared ketchup residue
and pans united with fried egg
piled up in the sink
flakes of sesame sunflower seed sourdough
littered the floor next to
stains of chalula drips
the unaddressed wedding invites
laid scattered on the kitchen table
where the roll of stamps hung off the side
in a coiled descent
the empty couches were reclined,
Mowgli the cat's food bowl was awaiting a refill
and the feces to sand ratio of his litter box
was fairly uneven
my son was practicing how to
scream, cry and kick
and seemed to be a perfectionist
he was upstairs with my wife
who was waiting to pick apart
contestants on reality tv with me
nevertheless,
it was a good morning
my mug was full of dark roast
and I wrote a full page
yeah,
it was a good morning.