Monday Through Sunday

The pot has a dark circle at the center

where I let the heat climb too high.

I was looking at a screen, clicking 'Confirm'

on a flight I won't take,

while the yellow powder turned to a kind of plaster.

It’s the seventh time the steam has smelled like this.

The bowl is chipped, a little blue tooth

missing from the rim.

I’ll just leave it in the sink for now.

It’s not worth the noise of the dishwasher rack.