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title: When I'm sorry I wash dishes
genre: verse
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
css: autocento
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Your casserole dish takes the longest: \
it has some baked-in crust from when you \
cooked chicken last night. Washing it \
allows me to think about this poem's title \
and the first few lines. Now that I've \
written them down, I've forgotten the rest.
While sraping at something with my finger- \
nail, I catch myself wondering again whether \
you'll thank me for washing your dishes. \
I realize that this would defeat the point \
of my gesture, that this has destroyed \
all good thoughts I've had about saying
"I'm sorry." This, this is the reason why \
I am always apologizing: because I never \
mean it, because there is always, in some \
attic, a thought roaming that says, insists: \
"I've done nothing wrong, and I deserve \
all I can take, and more than that."
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