A/N: 12/14/09

Dysfunctional Kitchen

Three vacant chairs, one occupied
thought alone - he's accompanied by
the dining table and it's utensil kin.

Along with them are:
The stench of powdered MSG,
a waste basket brimming with disposable plastic
and the essence of time in it's three minute pause.

During the wait,
The lone man and his crust-filled eyes
meander upon an open cupboard.

When realization dawns,
his tear ducts crank a stream of rain.

His face is moist,
due to what he's seen.

A stack of Tupperware
neatly arranged by color, by shape
embodying the role of collection and completeness.

A quality his own family now fails to express.