dishes in the sink

the people wait for more that never comes. we take for granted every breath and moment wasted on the phone. the plumbing tunnels rivers through the walls into the soil on which someone built a home. I hear the water passing through the plaster between dreams that should be kinder. when I wake to thoughts and other tasks the lines are clearer in the sun. a dream is just a dream and cannot live beyond a thought. I hide from my reflection in the news. my taxes still make limbs and rubble of children and their homes and heads remain unturned. the blood is still too complicated. focus on what can be changed. I surrender hope and wash the dishes in the sink.