The tabletop
Dirty
With years of paint.
A paint knife
A sponge
A cup of water
The only things that remove years of memories
A fresh palate
Orange watercolor
Pink tempura
Black acrylic
White wall paint
And hot glue
All stuck to the table
The water hugging the cup.
Memories scrub off the table like the
Tempura.
Memories, like drawing with Lizzie
Writing infinite amounts of birthday cards
And tears falling to the table as I learn that Grandma has died.
