Sink

So this was written in April 2008 or earlier.  I don’t quite remember but I just remembered that I wanted to share this somewhere.

 

 

Sink

The motor starts abruptly,

Your thirsty razors

Take my mistakes

And wash them away

 

I am always fascinated

By the speed and ease

Of your delicate destruction

 

I added too much salt

And the pantry is empty

I lay on the couch

To fall asleep.