(for Charles Bukowski)
After two nights in bed and two showers,
she decides my life needs cleaning up.
Decides she’s the woman for the job.
Takes the dirty sheets off the bed.
Soaks the frying pan with the egg stuck in it.
Buys some coffee--
the bag sits alone on the shelf.
“This job is too big even for me,” she says.
She was holding a paper bag full of empty beer bottles when she says it.
The bottom gave out when she lifted it, so she was holding the bottom.
Beer leakage was on her hands.“Like Lady Macbeth,” she said.
Where the bag sat, there was a puddle of beer piss.
Now she was looking for a mop.
“You can’t hang white curtains on this mess,” I told her.
“But if anyone could do it,
it would be you.”