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wouldn’t it be nice – September 30

9.30 the dish machine churns nicely in my hearing. washing, turning, spraying clean.   wouldn’t it be nice if there was a machine for scrubbing hearts. turn it on, four hour delay, start anew. ——————- Advertisements

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he’s washing the dishes – June 16

6.16 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head.   I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading

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