I am the balloon that floats inches below the ceiling
in the corner of your bedroom
I am the dog who sits all day waiting for a walk or to fetch a stick
in the makeshift house in your backyard
I am the plant that you watered three weeks ago sitting just outside the area lit each day by the sun
in your living room
I am the sack of trash sitting beside your nearly-full trashcan
I am the article that you couldn’t flip to A-7 to finish reading
I am the last drink of your morning coffee
and I’ve been waiting in the bottom of this cup for one week on your kitchen counter