Six weeks.
Broken
dishwasher.
No call
placed.
Each day,
each night –
hands sunk
wrist-deep.
Sloshing hot
suds,
Honey-suckle
scented.
Plates,
utensils,
cups,
hands –
all washed
clean.
No need
to count
twenty.
— C.Birde, 5/20
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