for weeks;
between death,
collisions,
flooding
and foreclosure
there’s no time to put aside.
So, we wash dishes together,
soap and intimacy,
table scraps and regrets.
Who will wash?
Who will dry?
These questions carry less weight,
prevent clogs
and allow us to feel in control
for a little while.
At one time,
my overactive desires
chased lovers away;
but he stays and wants more,
even through
broken glasses,
coffin selection,
absent minded impacts,
unpaid debt,
and water damage.
He stays;
even when the dishes are done
and I begin to rewash them;
because what else is there to do?