A Poem To A Dishwasher, by a young and curious girl
at night I thrash
at night I thrash
sleepless, desperate to plumb
perchance to splash
in your murky depths
to storm your heavy, burdened racks
I knock at your door and wait
hoping you'll lower your drawbridge
and cast your musk to the heavens
today at the art museum
Mother asked what gallery I should like most to see
"appliances" I gushed
she rolled me into European art
I rolled my eyes
I wondered about you
shut up at home and moldering
are you missing me too?
in your murky depths
to storm your heavy, burdened racks
I knock at your door and wait
hoping you'll lower your drawbridge
and cast your musk to the heavens
today at the art museum
Mother asked what gallery I should like most to see
"appliances" I gushed
she rolled me into European art
I rolled my eyes
I wondered about you
shut up at home and moldering
are you missing me too?
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