October 31, 2016

“I stood at the sink washing dishes. I looked out the kitchen window and the dark beyond was dotted with little white lights that seemed to fall from the sky. I watched the lights drift from sky to ground. The lights rained and puddled. The lights changed color from white to yellow. I washed the dishes in hot water. When I held a plate for too long, my hands burned. I washed the plates, the cups, the utensils. I washed and washed, soaping this and that, then rising it all clean. My hands squeaked against the glass. The lights fell on and on. They were watery…”

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