Before Dinner.

Colossally conundruming

The tired in your eyes
Vacuum up the redness, dear

 

Or it might leave you blind.

 

I found paper in the trash bin.

Mop them up with this.

 

Probably weeks old.

 

You were young then,
Less attentive.

More attractive.

Holistically half a person.

They think.

 

   Stare,

            Stare,

                      Stare

         At the walls.

                     We’ll be back before dinnertime.