5-day old tomato sauce, dried spaghetti, old rice, sticky salad all over the dishes
in stacks by the sink, untouched for days,
I had to make space to run the garbage disposal
and do dishes of my own.
I refuse to do hers,
she needs to learn to live like a responsible adult,
yet she is not learning.
she suggests “we” wash the dishes soon,
she leaves 4 pairs of shoes on the kitchen floor
asks me what dessert I just made,
“lemon pudding” I respond blandly,
soft-serving her sparks of “don’t ask for any
because it took 2 cups of milk to make
which I bought, like I buy everything, with my own money,
which I earn working 40 hours a week
also, ironically, serving people food
but they don’t thank me like they would their mother”
she cluelessly, blindly asks to try some,
“yes, of course”
she uses a non-disposable bowl to eat my food,
skitters back into her room,
and will undoubtably expect me to wash it
when she’s done.