Trying to go Home

Clean

Dryer # 5 has

a gray comforter

with, at least,

six tennis balls

in it. They don’t

seem to be serving

any purpose.

The gray comforter

is in the back while

the tennis balls

scrape the window.

I’m drinking a Coke.

I hate Coke, but the

machine’s button was

labeled wrong. It

specified Cherry Coke.

A regular one

came out instead.

Shelly Interrupts Still Life

Meaning in a Glasss of Wine