KONSTANTIN FISCHER, HANIA, CRETE
DOING THE DISHES
I know I shouldn't have,
I know I should have known.
I shouldn't have looked at him
or should have looked better
when he came home.
Should have kept doing the dishes
when he came home without mom,
doing the dishes, one by one,
the plates, the glasses, the spoons:
the plates, one by one,
the glasses, one by one, and again
and the spoons, and rinse them –
can't tell you more, sweet Jesus, I can't.
Our secret he said, made me promise,
our secret between him and me –
and rinse them, rinse them again,
rinse them again, Jesus, one by one,
rinse them again, they are dirty, really dirty.
Dirty little slut, says my mum.
Don't know that word,
but I 'm sure she is right, always right:
I shouldn't have looked at him, at her man.
I know I should have known:
'cause I'm a big girl now,
can do the dishes, now that I am five.
I should have known, sweet Jesus
I know I should have known
Konstantin Fischer, 2013