the spoons are just above the pots

it’s so strange
you don’t even know what my bedroom looks like
didn’t you use to tell me to make my bed?
and come laughing up the stairs with a slipper in your hand?
here you are, come to kill the spider

my walls are bare 
it’s a soft white color, 
no posters anymore

it’s so strange
you don’t even know where i keep my spoons
didn’t you used to make lunch for me?
shutting drawers and slicing fruit
there’s that sound, the ticking gas stove
just before the flame

the spoons are in the small drawer
to the left of the stove
just above the pots

yes it is strange
you’re a guest now
in my home,
so strange; a stranger in my life
didn’t you used to know me?
and call me daughter?