baskets. everywhere.
No, you don’t understand,(or maybe you do)
A door-knocker and welcome mat in the shape of a basket
little baskets line the entryway
and three paintings
side by side
of baskets.
house plants planted
Throw blankets thrown
unmailed mail
two cats nestled
In baskets.
A tiskit a taskit
nine fucking picnic baskets
strewn across a kitchen beam
A basket for forks
one for spoons
Baskets for eggs
All the eggs were in one basket okay?
it was like walking in the midst
of tragedy, boredom and panic
through the mind of a basket case.
Then,
the Christmas tree
Decorated with nothing
but baskets.
It was April.
Do I need to tell you
About the guest room filled with baskets?
Wall to wall
ceiling to floor
Baskets that lived a good life
But could no longer carry the load
Why was I even there?
And who was the sloppy boy stroking my hair
stinking of booze and slurring his words
I roll over staring wide eyed at
A basket
I want to go home
All evidence to the contrary,
this night
was no picnic.
