Dishes

I don’t know why
it’s so difficult
to just do the chore
each day: a few
minutes of work
for a clean sink,
gleaming utensils.
It feels wasteful
somehow, I think,
to exert this effort
for only myself,
my one or two
forks. Of course
I’m rationalizing,
like I so often do
to justify my life,
my little piles
of semi-organized
unwashed chaos.