damn dishes

frost heaves on my arms today
from letting the dishwater in
along with everything else
that comes my way
i let it get under my skin
in ways i never understand

look

the skin is cracked
a faint red line
from washing dishes
that aren't even mine
dirty dishes
i wash them all

damn

i cut my thumb on something
someone else put it in the sink
but i still felt i should wash it
now i've two red lines
along my thumb
from washing everyone else's dirty dishes

look

they've started piling them on
one by one
the stack grows higher
silver trays with scars from slicers
and slicers blunt from overuse
the ladles red with saucy blood
and pans that got all bloodied too
and more pans
burnt pans
some tattooed
by wrongful labels
slighted truths
boldly written in
permanent ink
upon their very bodies
and that is the most frustrating thing
because

damn

all i want to do
is wash the dishes
and be done with their mess
but they wrote in
permanent ink
and there is
nothing
i can do to fix it.

-dsb
7/?-10/2014

let

let the words come out of me
let this be your story
let your gifts flow back to you
and show your beauty in all its glory.
let me be a vessel by which
you can be shown to the world
let the words become your works
but not by me alone.
let your love work through me
and let it be all by you
let me be a channel through which
a one can be made new.

-dsb
7/9/2014