I left the freezer door open

I left the freezer door open
and the real fruit popsicles melted
and refroze, consequently
they no longer stuck to their sticks, and so
I put them in a bowl to eat them from
and then only ate some of them
and the bowl sat in my room overnight
where it manifested instantaneously
an alarming storm of real fruit flies
which, the bowl long since disposed-of,
have since migrated to my bathroom,
where they remain,
ineradicable.

When I wake up tomorrow, I wonder
in what small way
this chain of trivial calamity,
monotonous in its attention to detail,
will have extended itself;
like an arm reaching out
with a kind of elaborate boredom
to pat me on the head
and say
"there, there."