Doing dishes that are made from earth
managing not to return them to earth
managing not to break
everything
oh, everything
There is a certain line holding me
there is a certain thread holding me
there is a plumb line holding me
and it could snap
in rotten teeth
Everything is tired in the snow
there is thunder in the snow
you are out there, in the snow
and here I sit—
I lied about doing the dishes
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Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Oh my – this is exactly how I’ve been feeling lately. Love it (your poem, but not the feeling.)!
Thanks, Mary. It’s been a long winter, hasn’t it?
If you’re going to lie, lie about dishes
Sounds like a good policy, right?
that begs the question, did you lie about breaking them? 🙂 ~