Last week shoveling out the fridge
the geology horifying
pointing to insanity, senility setting in
while cottage cheese curdled on the back shelf. 

Two days, five trash bags, bleach
and sunshine, and still the faint odor lingers

meanwhile, in the next county
from a hospital bed and a deep fog
– ping – an order is placed
and soon delivered
frozen crabcakes arrive on the doorstep
begining the tortuous cycle again