Issue 71, Fall 1977
fresh out of her cellophane
A starlet, unintroduced to my kitchen’s ways
What does she know ofthe jealous Scrub-Dub
reserved for teflon faces
or the rusty Brillo
exhausted from the really hard work.
She comes, my sponge, all blond and dimpled
moist to the hand
So touching, her willingness to please.
She loves to be complimented on the way she soaks up water,
milk driblets and other dainty spills.
She squeezes clean under the faucet
like a Catholic after confession.