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Left tap, right tap

Cold over hot

I place my pinky in the rushing liquid

To test the temperature

It is hot, but not scalding

So I work the rubber plug into the drain



And I squeeze in the lemon-scented

Dishsoap.

The liquids mix

Frothing uncontrollably

So I ush back the bubbles

From the sink’s edge



Into the water I place the cutlery

Which sinks to the bottom

The mugs linger briefly

Rocking wildly amongst the bubbles

Until they succumb to the warm

Caresses of the water



And the bowls, they float like little boats





Until I take my index finger

Capsizing them one by one

And push them down into the depths

Of my double-sided sink

No dish escapes



I roll up my sleeves

to rest on my elbows

I pull on my rubber gloves

One by one, with a snap

Like a gladiator about to enter the arena

I set my feet, hip width apart, eyes

Straight ahead



The dishes lay still at the bottom

Offering me little thanks for my service

Soon, stacked efficiently on the drying rack.

I can hear video games, guns firing

Across the hall

Laughter drifts towards me



With a hard plastic scrubber

I take to cleaning your mess