you would tell me
that you believed in a thing called me
more then me itself
and i couldnt imagine anything bigger
so looking up over the sink
at all my dirty dirty dishes
seemed like a bigger task than both of us
and cleaning was just something i wouldnt do
you handing me broom and mop and sponge
and i refused to believe that water can clean a dish
you kept saying
that a little soap and elbow grease was ll it took
i didnt fucking believe
that anything
could soften these hands
while you did my dishes.
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