there they are
the lemon slices
lined up
the salt shaker
Cuervo Gold
cracked open
and him
bound
and determined
to finish it
this sitting
the dog
curled up
watching
albums
against the wall
the turntable
in motion
and memory
of hard promises
made
in the night
later
watching the dog
claim possession
of the backyard
there
he stands
numb
to the world
numb
to her memory
saying
his mind
to the moon