The Kitchen of Your Departure

John Grey

Sunlight on linoleum.
Empty kitchen chair.
Coffee cup stacked
on other coffee cups.
Each another word
for absence. 

Blender, microwave,
can opener…
of all this room’s appliances.
I am the most useless.
When you’re not cooking,
my hunger can’t be bothered. 

I figured the bedroom
would be the scene
of dam-burst eyes,
no sheets, no blankets,
mattress indentations
reverting to the mean. 

But no,
first sight of cupboard,
first brush with sink,
my sorrow’s done enough
for today. 

Many years ago, I asked the question:
does the refrigerator light
really go out when you close the door?
I believe you’ve answered it.

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