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Dishwater

Potato kisses grow deep in the kitchen sink. I like the dirty spoon near the drain, covered in rust and earth. It lays proudly near wilted dishes and cracked plants. Roots shrivel in the cloudy water. Where is the sponge, the soap, the sun? Who will clean up this domestic wasteland? Give me toothpaste grins. Give me starlight cheerios, teddy bear nights, blinding, feathered mornings. Give it all, every drop, every bowlful. I want everything. Everything but the kitchen sink.

Dishwater

Potato kisses grow deep in the kitchen sink. I like the dirty spoon near the drain, covered in rust and earth. It lays proudly near...