Poetry Monday: A Man Who Washes Dishes

Mohja Kahf’s words always move me.

A Man Who Washes Dishes

I love a man who clears my table
I love a man who knows how to use
a wire scouring brush on my pots
till they sparkle so
He brings out my shine

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