the dirty dishes in the sink.
why, she asks,
come on,
let's go upstairs, we'll
do them
together in the morning.
she winks,
and sashays towards
the stairs.
but i tell her no,
and begin
to scrub them in
the hot water
with my rubber gloves
on.
go on up, i tell her.
make yourself comfortable,
this won't take long.
sadly,
she's asleep when i'm done.
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