The first thing we found when we moved in:
a tiny plastic bone from
the game Operation
From then I think we couldn’t help
but leave traces of us, too

A hair in the gap between
the countertop and oven
A sprinkle of ground breakfast blend
beneath the microwave
A pyramid of used toilet paper rolls in
the corner of the bathroom
because the recycling bin is
all the way in the kitchen

There are pieces of us on these surfaces
on these floors
in the creases where the walls meet
We leave more
in the spaces between