I’m curious why everybody knows
that washing machines and driers eat socks,
but no one seems to recognize the fact
that kitchen sinks are fecund. They give birth
to dirty dishes. Eat a bowl of soup
and put it in the sink then leave the room.
When you return the bowl won’t be alone.
A glass and grapefruit knife will be there too.
There hasn’t been a grapefruit in the house
for years and yet the knife is in the sink.
And dinner. You have cooked a simple meal
for just the two of you. A single course;
a vegetable, some bread and butter, stew.
A one pot meal for two. But when you’re done,
the counter’s full of dirty pots and pans.
You only made a single pot of stew
and yet the counter and the sink are full.
There’s six or seven plates, a hoard of forks
and spoons and knives, and somewhere in the pile
will be that grapefruit knife;
the one you never use and threw away.