failing in the kitchen

We are cracked  
Corner-diner coffee-counter stained  
mug rings around eyes  
bleeding dishwater  
dying slowly of boredom  
dullness  
 
we are  
diluted pink industrial soap  
pressing prune-skinned hands together  
feeling nothing  
   
we discourse in automaton  
"did you put out the garbage"  
"pick up coffee filters"  
"feed the cats and fish"  
sparks drown in coffee grounds  
no madness left  
squeezing out a sponge  
washing off the table  
   
is this why I make the effort to breathe?  
all there is?  
this world was shocking, vermillion  
scarlet in a mix of greys  
the shock of your lips on mine  
falling into carpet, covered in burns  
now there's hell to pay  
if that carpet goes un-vacuumed  
   
you are not the first  
just one of many  
in my quest for this love  
A love that can move mountains  
turn air to helium  
 
every time I think  
I have it  
this was supposed to be it  
 
I don't know who ruined it  
but this love barely moves  
mounds of foam  
in smelly dishwater