“I need a fork,” I said to Mom after they left us in our fully-empty house.
“It’s packed” she replied and we laughed.
How would we eat?
With our fingers and feet?
Giggling she asked me for a spoon,
I told her the bowls are packed what’s the use for a spoon?
The spoons are packed too so what’s the use for a bowl?
Did I remember to leave out a pair of shoes?
Sigh. What’s the point of a shoe when they’ve packed your feet?
How will we eat?
How will we sleep?
We’ve nothing but boxes upon boxes to greet.
The clothes, the books, the knick-knacks, and paddy-whacks
All packed up and evenly stacked.
If you need it—it’s probably packed.
So if you need me…