Jun 22, 2021
oxytocin
It’s like nobody has ever done the dishes together before – on a Wednesday, with all the kitchen lights on and the moon huge, lemon-yellow. The quiet clatter of china meeting in the sink. The low hum of the fridge as its motor clicks in. I love these sounds, their taking place in the arrangement of our life, the simple way they present themselves and become beautiful. Look at the pale pink roses sweetening a pint glass on the window sill. The Jeff Buckley record playing in the corner. All the silver forks. Our hands, sharing the warm water.
Betty Doyle