Dough that just won't rise, a plum
        refusing to ripen. The fruit

                  not in the frosted
        glass bowl today, corroded

batteries in the keyboard. Film
        of another family left

                  in a pawned video
        camera. Their undeveloped

                  smiles. Poppies in the field
        unfacing the sun. The washing

machine as it confuses
        my clothes, tries to tumble

                  tags into sea glass.
        Sea glass. The few coins

        I hold. Bread in the yard,
uneaten by the birds.