Been in comfort
of home for 26 minutes;
Bags sprawled
across the living room floor,

torn open: t-shirt’s leaving a trail
to the wash, tiny
pretzel bags from the airport
half open next to me
on the couch, and shoes
pitched down the hall—

the perfect time
for a guest
to joyfully knock
and barge in
leaving not even a second
to scurry the unwashed
bra by the door
into the next room.