Dish Water by Rickey Rivers Jr.
I couldn't finish the dishes
I started them but halfway through my head fell
The tears came
I was thinking of you
I almost broke a plate
I couldn't properly wipe my eyes
My forearms were a terrible solution
The dish water became winter cold
But
I could swear you saw me through the ripples
I could swear you saw me through the bubbles
I could swear you were here again, smiling at me with watery eyes
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Sage Cigarettes, Crepe & Penn, Hell Hued Zine (among other publications). Twitter.com/storiesyoumight Mini chap books are available here: payhip.com/StoriesYouMightLike