Things We Could Not Hide

You slide yourself from me
(do you think I was too loud?)

Sheryl warns, walking into the room
that she is indeed walking into the room

a giant waste basket,
boxes full of books, dirty underwear, molding food hiding the floor,
she doesn't know where her feet go.

we've gotten used to sliming our way through junk,
she was once a housekeeper, I believe,
and every morning I woke-up
to her clinking noises in the kitchen,
cleaning up after us.
She found her way to the bed,
without falling,
and gave us an Easter present.
It will last us
one day,
one of us should get a job.
But for a few more days
I will sleep in an extra ten hours,
and recover from having her here,
guilty about how much
we really needed
that twenty dollars.

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