in the kitchen the sanitizer buckets/must be changed every two hours/to ensure potency of solution.

there’s a sweet dishwasher lady/who can often be found scrubbing surface after surface/right by the dispenser of sanitizer solution. one day soon i would like to surprise her/by greeting her in her native language with a purity of accent/that startles her.

two hours of slicing overripe tomatoes/makes my sanitizer rag/as gruesome as a bandage that needs changing/so part of my sanitizer-changing ritual often includes a thorough hot-water rinsing

and the wringing of the rinsed rag is something i do with all the squeeze i can muster

takes four squeezes to get it down to the last dribs

but there’s always a couple dribs that get resorbed with the relaxation of the hands

few things wring completely

but some chapters of our life will wring true if we live right