The dishwasher was run the night before
The moon reaches high again as I empty
I turn to the sink which has been filled
I peel back the layers of the day as I reach
The fifth day leftovers of pork and sauerkraut
The soup cup I chugged in search of pie
The bottle I made after enduring the tears
The lime green snack bowls, unwanted
The breakfast *** crusted over just as my eyes were when I made the first meal
Now mixed with rings of grit and swirls of grey from the coffee filter
Delicately sliced grapefruit, perfectly sized bites, I presented to the baby now lie in the drain
Mist hits my face as it bounces off stainless steal
Wipe the grime and release the shine