Words from my Fingertips

12:12am: Ketchup
The bottle sits, red and white upon my desk
Amid the papers, measuring cups, and other artifacts of my life
The ketchup pooled at the base of the upside down design
It occurs to me that I will need to put that back before bed
I wonder vaguely if anyone was looking for it, wondering where it could wander off to
I avoid the fridge, the plastic guard rail of the side door broken
like a ribbon at the finish line, the players burst from their confinement
Images of the incidental soya sauce incident come to mind
Stupid fridge.