There might be a part two. This is from mid-day.
I feel like I've entered an alternate universe.
Sitting on a pink couch
in my daughter's third floor walk up apartment,
Listening to a Roche's record from 1982.
Next up is "Natalie…Live" from 1978.
Looking at my daughter's stovetop
I can see remnants of what she cooks,
pasta, rice, some kind of green vegetable.
In the crisper of her refrigerator
are plastic bags of peppers,
yellow, orange, red.
That makes me smile.
I reach for a sponge and begin
to clean.
