Dishes, a window

Yes, I know, I said we didn’t need one,

but later I was glad to pack it

with plates and bottles, and know

how hot it got. There was already enough

with a baby in the house.

 

Still, I was sorry to let go

the excuse to stare out at

clouds and weightless birds. And I missed

how warm my cold hands were.

 

Once I wasn’t speaking to someone,

two people actually, and as I washed

tears fell right into the suds.

We had no window then,

just a cupboard with cups

and a light above the sink.

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