I see the remainder
of yesterday's stress caught in my drain,
the bits of macaroni and cheese,
the stout stained loaf chunk
that was too unchewed to be digested
by the sink.
A meat dressed pint
of beer that went unfinished
because two was plenty
and they couldn't let me vent
the way I could with a steak knife
that sliced through the plastic cover
of tonight's frozen entree
that needs to breathe
while it bakes at 350.