The coffee maker
and microwave died.
The oven is treacherous.
I haven’t washed dishes
in four months.
I have one pot, one spoon, and one knife
I use over and over again.
I’m subsisting on peanut butter
sandwiches and cold canned food.
My stomach won’t stop growling.
Sometimes, I wake at night, eating
my bed sheets.
© Ami Mattison
For G-Man's Flash Friday 55