The fridge no longer regulates itself
like it used to: stalactites form
in the hummus top & half a shelf away

milk curdles. This is one of many madnesses
to be ignored, like dust shoved into corners.
You tap the microwave. Uninvited, you wonder

what shade your blood might run tonight.
Darkness is a state, like Arkansas, only larger.
You tap the microwave again.

This is no place for butter. Too much heat
and rumbling. That is how machines work.
Also, people. A boiled bubble bursts. It’s time.

Oh, and the faucet leaks. Solution: patch
the gashes in the PVC below. Forgotten
all this time, the rug’s dark spot’s been spreading.