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Sometimes I see a picture. A picture of a woman in a kitchen. Her hair is tied back. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes she winks at me. A knowing smile and twitch of an eyelid. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s angry. Drenched in the sweat of steamed broccoli and cauliflower. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s cleaning. Scrubbing her kitchen spotless. Red tomato sauce and broken glasses. Sometimes. Sometimes she wilts. Beside the petunias. Black and purple. Blue and pink. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s spilling. Water flooding over the counter top and stuck to the clotted drain. Sometimes. Sometimes she sees me. Usually not. Sometimes she smiles. Usually not. Sometimes I help her. Usually not: sometimes.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Sometimes
Sometimes I see a picture. A picture of a woman in a kitchen. Her hair is tied back. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes she winks at me. A knowing smile and twitch of an eyelid. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s angry. Drenched in the sweat of steamed broccoli and cauliflower. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s cleaning. Scrubbing her kitchen spotless. Red tomato sauce and broken glasses. Sometimes. Sometimes she wilts. Beside the petunias. Black and purple. Blue and pink. Sometimes. Sometimes she’s spilling. Water flooding over the counter top and stuck to the clotted drain. Sometimes. Sometimes she sees me. Usually not. Sometimes she smiles. Usually not. Sometimes I help her. Usually not: sometimes.
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kenna-mcc
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
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