36,500 Words.

We have no kitchen sink.
Liza slipped on a clothes pile on the upstairs landing
yesterday and bumped her ass.
The kids had homework and we didn't even know it.
Out of cat food again.

This is our holy way,
I say to myself to justify myself to myself again,
we have chosen this chaos.
Ha, like fun we have.
It just kind of happened, suddenly, gradually, bit by bit
and boom like God's wrath.

But every night we all
manage to get ourselves fed, pajama-ed, teeth brushed, and asleep.
Sometimes maybe the kids dream about a well-ordered regimented house.