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Dirty Dishes
by Roberta Greifer
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in my well-stacked
dishwasher a greasy frying pan sidles up to a topless pot. “Want some lid?” he asks, pinching her copper-clad bottom. on an upper rack two lovesick pans holding handles inhale deeply until they are full of Joy. meanwhile a cracked plate, suffering from performance anxiety submits himself to a wooden paddle and a fallen fork looking for cleavage, peers down a tarnished tea kettle’s spout. in the silverware basket a dull knife makes awkward stabs at conversation. after a few rowdy germs in a soap-free corner clean up their act, the spin cycle plays the squeaky hit single “Whoosh Whoosh.” in the tumble none of them notice my large intrusive finger jerking open the dishwasher door and after a few half-hearted rumbles the party grinds to a stop. |
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