“Kitchen Contrition” by Maggie Brewer

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Plates peppered with
tomato seeds,
emaciated
after days of waiting.

Bowls sticky
with soy milk
and Splenda,
licked by rough cat tongues.

Cutting board
stained green
and red,
clinging with
chiffonade
and onion breath.

Mountains of china leer,
quietly jeering porcelain,
gnashing knife blades grumble
under swarthy brows.

Flatware pointedly
proclaims
blame
like shiny
standard bearers.

Saucepans bathe
in a pool of tepid water,
beads of oil
swimming
on the stagnant surface.

Frying pans languish lazy,
grease glistening,
handles cocked
toward the ceiling.

An infinite mass
of plastic containers sit
stained
with pasta sauce,
crusted
from microwaves,
and fuzzy
from time spent stashed
in the cavernous depths
under
car seats, or
deep
within lunch bags,
buried
in backpacks or trunks.

I’ll do the dishes,
I said.
I love doing dishes,
I said.
A tall tale,
made easier
in the throes
of a new relationship
and the promise
of a then working
dishwasher.

-Maggie Brewer

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