the thing i hate the most
about doing the dishes
is filling up the water.
finally,
something i agree with.
i don't like people who tell me how to act,
what to say,
who i should be,
and that's what this is becoming.
what happened to all the stories
you used to tell me about your life
your journeys,
the jewels you hide in your pocket,
or in a pouch full of dream dolls,
your father bought you
in the dominican republic.
please stop talking.
i need a rest, a break,
whatever happened to your face,
to your voice.
i need to call my dad and find out whats going on here.
this is my daughter he says,
grabs my hand and smiles.
she filled up the sink,
so i dirtied the water and cleaned
the dishes, for the family, the household,
the people living here.
how many days has it been since
you shot me in the head?
stop being stupid.
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