She stands by the sink creating or cleaning up after a creation
(usually sweet, always lovingly made)
A useless arm
(crippled by something we never understood–most people never knew)
Later, she speaks of unspeakable abuse
At the end, her mind struggles to understand
How the man before her is the baby she just bore (as she now remembers it)
She stands by the sink
Describing how privilege works without that word
How the rich screw the rest (without THAT word)
How nothing is given, everything must be fought for
When you are poor
When you are trash
She stands by the sink
Listening to the stories of the hobo
(Yes, that is what we called them)
The single mom, the divorcee, the one shredded by mental illness, the abandoned child…
The “other” (the otherized). And she just listens
She stands by the sink
Washing dishes. And my daughter watches
The grandma who washes dishes
And who cries over a soul lost
She stands by the sink
Head spinning in prayer to an angry God
Who saved her man (and whom she can never abandon (despite the anger) because of that)
She stands by the sink
Steam creating that halo for a woman too good for a broken world.
She stands by the sink.
(I miss you mom)
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 
Really beautiful. Thank you