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Washing My Hands

By Ben Smith

She says:

“Ben, that’s not
how you wash
your hands;
I heard you
and you just swished
them around
under cold water;

What are you going
to teach your children?”

For a moment I’m
dazed and as she turns
away to walk out side
I call her
Back.

“D’Arne, D’Arne!

Aren’t you going
To answer me?”

I yell.

Flustered and annoyed
she says:

“You didn’t
even ask me a question,
you dick,
you just stood there
and started singing
crying in the
chapel.”

I ask her
what her question was
but its too far
beyond that
now.

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