With total confusion I washed the dishes.

After an hour I struggled not to cry,

but began to anyway.

Then nibbling the chocolate

I remarked that I hummed.

 

Making it last

I handled it carefully

and

emphatically.

 

Nobody who really has a beating heart

won't rape a ripe result.

 

Whose tears are sinking

into the chocolate in my mouth?

 

A detergent wash.

My father was a boss.

Half a dozen of the other, 

the most I loved my mother.