Cotton-eyed and dreaming
fall stirs her up in nothing
flat, broke, she ponders larceny
in the morning when the banks open
she ponders, but not long enough.
Make the effort to lick cream cheese off
silver paper, think lining, lying, and not much
more than enough to occupy the space.
A bagel would be nice.
There are two hard-boiled eggs
in a brown paper bag on the countertop,
Melinda forgot and went out, abandoning
these eggs too, yellow smell slipping
serpentine past her crinkled nose.