Now and then

Well, somebody better do these dishes, I said to the sink
The faucet looked forlorn but said nothing,
maintained its hangdog attitude
They’re not going to do themselves, I said
hoping to be proven wrong and suddenly sanguine about telekinesis
The desiccated sponge cracked a hopeful smile
The dishes themselves looked away
tried to appear pathetic in their food-stained dishevelment
An echoing drip in the gullet of the sink
added the requisite touch of melancholy
I sighed
All right then, let’s help each other, I said
pushing up my sleeves