Amy Maddox – Poetry

MOTHER

The kitchen is lined with towers of empty
Eggo pancake boxes; the sink so full
of dishes it is corroded with rust. A thick
layer of dust from the red Virginia clay has settled
on every flat surface, never disturbed
by duster or vacuum cleaner. The toilet bowl is black
with mildew. The television blares the sounds of Jeopardy
while the chihuahua shreds used tissues, unnoticed.
The water bottles and Diet Coke cans crunch
and thud as she shuffles to and from the kitchen.
Next to the front door sits a half empty
candy bowl. He left her on Halloween.

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