Glue

the telephone rings
I look
to lift the reciever  off
its cradle

looking at it
does not do it
does not join my intentions
with my actions

just then
my child cries for me
and i look towards her
in her bed

looking at her
does not do it
does not join my intentions
with my actions

I lift the mirror
in front of me
placed by my wife
there, only this morning

my hand is bleeding
into this old dirty pot
which I found
yesterday

yesterday
before all of this happened