But there’s no Irish whiskey, so what’s the point?

JamesonI know why
the rum is all gone.

Well,
technically
I don’t. Since
there was never any rum to begin with,
it can’t be all

gone.

But I wonder

why clothes are pouring out of the hamper.
And I wonder
why the sink is full of dishes.
Again.

A cooperative poem
Words – Mark Koenig
Formatting – Michelle Barthel
Title – Ginna Bairby

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