Tupperware

He was away on business and called
to ask if I’d ordered the set of Tupperware
from our daughter for the school fundraiser.

He was upset with me, but I explained
it’d be difficult to make the order
when he’d taken the catalog with him.

I laughed, imagining him with his lips pursed together
as I heard him sigh through the phone, he laughed too.

It was his mistake. My mistake was not knowing
he’d die that night from cardiac arrest,
a defect in his heart.

Now as I fill the Tupperware
with leftover mashed potatoes,
I wonder if I’d even remember
that conversation if it wasn't our last.