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