Trigger Warning
Hands wet and soapy
Plates momentarily drain, upside down
On the green hand-towel stretched across the counter.
On the radio, you realize
The song is thirty years old
As you look at your pruned fingers.
On the shelf
Unused plastic cups nest upside down
Angry faded faces from ancient children’s meals
Glare with one remaining cartoon eye;
Accuse you of all the things you should have done,
That you have become old before your time
And hang on to things longer than you should.