welcome home

Everything is Here
packed in boxes, impossible to locate
But Here

Everything, that is
except for what remains of my former kitchen

We have no dishes
no utensils
no dining supplies of any kind

they're all still inexplicably downtown
waiting to be picked up from the apt. formerly known as mine
but downtown just the same

This means that in the past three days
all in-house meals have been consumed via paper plates
or pretty much whatever we can get our hands on

i cut cheese with a recently purchased can opener
i ate yogurt off a brand new steak knife turned upside down
kleenex brand tissue are my new napkins
and we both scoop cereal from our ikea tupperware containers gorilla-like, shoveling the puffed wheat down clumsily, finger-full by finger-full

completely aware of the disgust with how far we've fallen

"This'll pass" I'm told
"This'll pass" I keep hearing

"But when?" I respond, diving for that one last scoop of Rotel from it's makeshift jagged dixie cup location

"But when?"