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Clanging dishes
warm my cabinetry
echoing domestic enamels,
surfaces that hold
the spin of life:
dry feet skimming
white tile,
teeth meeting
in the middle
like incidental din
of domestic speech.
Smelling coffee,
I am an ambient vessel
in the fixed point of a cup,
It’s the pivot of an orderly scene
with spontaneous dancing
of plates, a beginning
the host for you
in sounds that hold
Jessica Lee McMillan © 2021
