Today, in front of the moldy, stainless
steel sink,
washing black beans from a container,
weeks old,
the smell drifting up from the murderous garbage disposal;
a perfume so familiar.
The days he came home after putting in ten hours
around deep fryers, around paperwork,
undereducated cashiers.
There, in front of the moldy, stainless steel sink,
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