dishes
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With her long ragged hair
And chipped nail polish,
She stood at the counter
And scrubbed the dishes.
Low country music
Was in the background
And the dishwasher hummed
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
Love is powerful. Love can fly you higher than dope. Love is beautiful..
And also a sign of hope.
There's different types of love. Hopefully you can seperate.
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea;
I didn't know.
Dish soap suds, scented
With childhood and artificial lemon,
Sting my hands,
Chapped, graceless.
I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
