Liz Palana Poems

To wash the dishes
is to erase the history
of last night's stain,
to soak the markings
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My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
Hot and steamy,
Inside the thermos container.
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Love is a commodity
displayed on shelves
and racks of grocery stores,
purchased on cash registers
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I hear the kettle whistling
And putting off hot steams
Of boiling water.
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