NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five: “Dishes”

Dishes

I don’t know why
it’s so difficult
to just do the chore
each day: a few
minutes of work
for a clean sink,
gleaming utensils.
It feels wasteful
somehow, I think,
to exert this effort
for only myself,
my one or two
forks. Of course
I’m rationalizing,
like I so often do
to justify my life,
my little piles
of semi-organized
unwashed chaos.

Thanks for reading! April is National Poetry Writing Month, and this year I’m writing and publishing a poem about food each day. My 2021, 2020, and 2019 NaPoWriMo poems (about GIFs, the Fast and Furious movies, and car insurance, respectively) are still live on Medium, so check out my profile if you want more.