There are days

When I catch you

Tacking on sniper precise instructions,

That forecast my incompetence,

And I roll my eyes.

I mean...

Really.

It's not like

That in some state

                                       Of St. Vitus

                                                               Dance

                                                                               Clumsiness;

A day dream might con me

Out of some

Vital step.

Like opening the door,

Before reaching into the fridge

Because I'm not sure nothing exists.

I mean...

I've never seen it.

Nothing,

That is,

I couldn't tell you what it looks like.

What was it you said?

The vacuum head is

in the other cupboard.

Oh yes,

We don't keep vacuums in the fridge.

I mean...

Really.