The Weary Kitchen

2020
Anthony Ceballos

The celery is limp in the fridge,
the oranges are green and the lemon
has browned, the broccoli is furry,
the bacon is rotten,
the almond milk is rotten,
the egg now cracked is rotten.

The sourdough is no longer bread,
the tomatoes have withered,
the creme fraiche has hardened,
the onion is slime.

The coffee has burnt 
and the beans have spilt
to the floor of my little kitchen 
on Portland Avenue.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll 
clean out the fridge, sweep
off the counter, walk for blocks
to the Seward Friendship store
and start again.

Or maybe I’ll give the world
a little more time to be.