Dishwashing

I steep myself deeper
into the capitalist game

the rubber hoodoos
of the rack

complicity is my zippered mouth
and I walk with papercut

cardboard out through
a parking lot of gnats

I open heavy squealing doors
to place waste in a dumpster

floating on a non-potable puddle

 

(originally published in borrowed solace, Winter 2019)

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