Like Our Windows Poem by Kiki Materi

Shining like our windows
Our eyes almost can smell
Glasses studs and a pair of plates
Lemons and field flowers
had been spilled on the floor
A ragtag mess of clothes
And an iron is flashing
The microwave oven rattles like death
The washing machine is broken
The toaster is essential
The kettle forgotten in a corner
A radio somewhere buried
Like the mirror you wanted to see
-Look somewhere you will find yourself.
And why are you here?
What do you want?
-Nothing. I have