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Dirty Dishes...


You don't cry when you're cold -
only when you hurt.

"Steam grates..."

He said...
I wasn't born knowing
I'd be where I am,
how I am,
the way I got here -
though I did cry

Things have a way
of going away
meaning or reason
or anything at all
just away -
and then
there's nothing
nothing to hold
and the dreams
end in the cold.


There ARE places
in many towns
where the hungry go
when they finally CAN go
til they can't anymore.
And somehow though its 'free'
it isn't -
at all.
It costs
all your pride
all your hope
all your dreams
to reach
for a single can
of kidney beans...

"Dirty Dishes..."

Momma cried...
we had to move
home isn't much sometimes
but its what you have -
you know?
Daddy's leave...
families break...
and years pass by.
Some things never cease
or quit happening -
Its like dirty dishes
in a sink
always waiting
to be washed
then used
again and again
over and over.
The hurts don't leave -
the names just change
over and over.

Chris Twyford

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