And that morning she cried into her cerealUntil there wasn’t milk
But dripping tendrils of cloudy water
Drop by dropping over the edges of the bowl
And pooling at her feet
Leaving the kitchen flooded,
raising a tiny arc of
Barely used utensils
To row through the crack
In the window above the sink.
Late at night the pots and pans were lit enough to know eachother by the moon
And from the Outside,
neighbors saw a
Woman
Lit by lonely light bulbs
Scrubbing dishes,
Lighting up a frenzy,
Sending shots of fire to the sky,
Setting the tone
For daybreak
So her daughter
Could cry.
Favorite lines: raising a tiny arc of
Barely used utensils
To row through the crack
In the window above the sink.
I love the motion and dynamism in this, added to the sort of melancholy but beautiful tone. And it brings out the relationship in an artful, visual, emotional way.
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