KITCHEN SINK by Leslie Hinson

They know what they’re doing
Putting windows above sinks
Or sinks under windows
For when our hands are sudsy
The mind likes to wander.
Is this why some people avoid the dishes?
When there’s a little of everything,
We call it everything but the kitchen sink.
Like a cookie,
Or all your memories, dreams.
Look, there’s a flower
And bees
And something for my hands
And something for my eyes.
Leslie Hinson Author

Leslie Hinson, 33, lives in Nashville. She is a writer, editor, and MFA student, and occasional musician.

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