what were left of last night
I could't wash things
are submerged in the sink water
washed dishes with bare hands
whenever the dishes collided
I hear laughters
The smiling face lingers
hiding in laughter
Sorrows going down the sewer
through a dark tunnel
acrossing the swamp
when will reach the sea
becoming small waves
the sea:
waking up
someone who is asleep
spilling
sink water
weted arms
fell on my feet
and Dishes, forks and knives
wiped with tears
and black decap coffee aroma
going into the troubling my day
yet again.