245/365: Hollow Testament

my MIL's table and chair legs

I've eaten the last,
cleared the cutlery and plates,
wiped the crumbs from the table,
this brief placement of order
a hollow testament
to my instinct for survival.
In the absence of will,
habit must suffice.

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246/365: Small Drama

Waskesiu Clover