Domesticity after a morning spent reading D.H.Lawrence

My dishwasher speaks to me.
Each separate cycle
of every wash
mumbles a different phrase.

My dishwasher speaks to me
and I listen.

Today it scolds me:
A dirty mind.
A dirty mind.
A dirty mind.

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