I'Ve Gone Back ~ Part 2 Poem by Mary Nagy

The door cracks slightly open
at the force of my knocks.
I try to yell out a ''Hello! ''
but the voice I hear
is barely a whisper.
Against my better judgement
I push the door open and walk in.

The kitchen is just as we left it.
Certainly not used as it should be.
Dirty dishes are everywhere.
(I wonder if the water is turned off again) .
My shoes seem to stick
to the grease-slicked carpet as I
edge my way around the table.

The empty beer bottles seem to
smirk at me past
the over flowing ashtrays.
With a closer look
I can see the roaches
from the marijuana they shared earlier.
(must've been the usual Saturday night)
The way the sun is peeking in
through a crack in the nicotine stained curtains
and hitting the red glass bong pipe
it's giving off an almost hypnotizing glow
that reflects off the dirty oven door.

The smell of old grease
and filth begins to
churn my stomach
so I force myself to
make my way to the hall.
The bedroom doors are closed.
I wonder if they're sleeping.
(or are they passed out?)
Should I yell again
and try to wake them?
Or, should I just turn around
and leave before they awaken?




**Part 2 in a of 6