Nothing

The dishes washed themselves,

As the apartment cleared its own path,

As the search for his purchase found itself.

The extra bags of groceries

Carried themselves to the door,

And your companion is in your head.

You went to brunch,

You went to the store,

You went to the movies too.

You’ve slept with yourself,

You’re always alone,

And your rum evaporated on its own.

Nobody was there,

You never have help,

It all falls on you.

If somebody asks,

I’ve never been there.

You’ve got nothing after two long years.

Your bed has a dent, on the right side,

And you collect jewelry,

With bins of women’s winter clothes.

You’ve got enough makeup

To start a small store,

And still—

You have nothing.

Perhaps the mice ate the chips,

Destroyed the ramen,

And brought all that yogurt home.

Dinner cooked itself,

Dessert materialized,

And still—

You have nothing.