Bleach
soaks into fresh grout.
Bare-handed,
down on their knees,
three, solemn sisters
Clean like mad.
The woman of the house
says, Lucy, don’t forget
the bone China,
and she asks them
if she’s in the way.
It's seven at night.
Scrubbing, Lucy says,
My name is really Lucia.
The woman of the house
asks them if she’s in the way.
C.A. MacConnell
