Walks and Dishes
Dishes are piling.
I go on a walk, instead.
It rains, but…
It can’t hurt me, like the scalding water from the sink..
Watching puddles grow.
Worrying.
If I wait long enough, maybe the dishes will disappear.
If I wait long enough, maybe my house will disappear.
But dishes are always there.
They say walks are healthy.
And chores too.
I go back home, to bed.
I hate going outside.
I hate the dishes too.
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