I look around the room. I see her seashells shadow box and her
lima bean and split pea mosaic and decoupage
hanging over granddaddy speck's Berkline recliner rocker, the
kind they give away on game shows.
I see her imitation Early American maple coffee table
in the shape of a
wagon wheel.
I see her salt and pepper shaker collection on the
simu-Early American knickknack shelf.
I see this wrought-iron lamppost with this
ceramic drunk
leaning against it.
I see it, but I don't believe it.
Take out the trash? I wanted to say,
"I wouldn't know where to begin."

Tv Voice:

"And these
are the days
of our lives."