Kai, that pan hit the sink back in March Now it squats in the basin, collecting dark marks I reached for the faucet, got boxed by the handle A whole little standoff with something I scrambled Your pan, your plan, apparently patience from me I dodge it each morning to brush my teeth I asked you real casual, you said, "I'll get to it" March took its coat off; that pan stayed glued in
Kai, wash that pan, quit dodging the task Since March, same pan, same question I ask
Now the tap hits the rim and ricochets sideways I fill up a glass doing sink-side ballet I set out the sponge where you couldn't miss it By dinner, it sat there, still dry from the visit I texted, "Tonight?" You replied, "Yeah, I got it" Next morning, that crust had secured its deposit I'm not scrubbing March off a debt that ain't mine Kai, clear out the sink; I've already cleared time
Kai, wash that pan, quit dodging the task Since March, same pan, same question I ask
No more maybe tomorrow, no more passing it by Put soap on that pan, let March finally die
Kai, wash that pan, quit dodging the task Since March, same pan, same question I ask
Kai, your pan is waiting; I'm done waiting too
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