I Wash My Dishes by Esther van der Vyver

Esther van der Vyver | June 9th, 2011 | a poem a day challenge | No Comments
I wash my dishes
the long knives
warm under my hands
smooth like my dreams
and as sharp
I dream of love with no loss
of sex with no regret
no misunderstanding
I dream of beginnings
of motion
also of stillness.
I stand here in my kitchen
my hands
curdling in the water
not hoping, dreaming.
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