I Forgot to Wash the Dishes on Friday Again

She was nice.

So uselessly nice.

I remember when 

She would cup the world

Into her callused hands

And drink from it

And not 

 one

 drop 

Of ichor would spill. 

I remember when

Even the fish on the dinner plate

Swam around 

In its small ocean of 

porcelain

Going round and round and round,

When it saw her gentle frown

And felt her tender disappointment 

I imagine the little fish was trapped in a bubble

Instead of a plate, 

Not the shiny bubbles

That grew wings 

And flew before they faded

I mean the useless ones

That stick to the dirty faucet

After you've drained all it's life

I mean the ones you stay in 

For days

The knees bruising your face

The world a vibrant blur 

Of injury

I mean the ones you can't help but pop

When it's gone too far from you.

Perhaps my promises have gone too far too.

I think 

I'll wash the dishes tomorrow

And maybe the fish will swim away

In a nice bubble this time

Maybe it'll even reach the ocean.