A Diary Entry from Two Years before the Divorce

Last night’s rain widened the leak
from last year’s rain
the ugly damp patch above our bed
spreads from the ceiling to the walls.
It’s been there for two weeks;
the jar of tacks and dirty cutleries
spilled across the kitchen floor
the front door begs for a new hinge
the whole house stinks
our cat brought home another dead gift
It’s salt in the sugar jar and
we’ve not spoken in a while.