this picnic table rounded with styrofoam cups

and soggy brown pot roast 
in a minute when the sun will go 
we will pile back into Missy’s clunky sage SUV
 
when we get back I will stumble on the faded 
segregated photographs
then finish my inventory of unused paperbacks
and their cardboard boxes 
 
this room was empty when I met it
 
it is full of laughter in the leaving