washing

a wooden chair passed down from my grandma — donated to the church furniture drive and then bought back because my mom decided that was a mistake. a black and white speckled pot filled with tap water. a bar of soap and a tea towel in hand. i vigorously clean, clean, clean until my body is soaked, the soap is stinging my eyes, and I realize I’m cleaning what is already clean.

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