My Father Washes His Hands
By Joseph O. Legaspi
Lava soap of grease-cutting,
Industrial, heavenly clean.
Lather up work, the rituals.
Off grime and dirt. Off day’s
Everything, children and the
Wife who crawls on all fours.
Water down the drain’s flower,
Metallic mouth wherein flows
My father’s love’s absolution.
Copyright © by the owner.
