put your elbows into it

By Lilly Sabella

My mother washed dishes my whole life
her fingernails long and wet under suds of dish soap
and with each smear of Dawn over our plastic plates and cups, 
she’d show me how to really put your elbow into it
When you’re cleaning up after a man.
My father ate dry cereal every night before he went to bed 
he’d take those plastic cups
leave every cabinet door open
every cereal box out
and fall into bed with a groan
his hip his back his knee always aching
and on the nights he’d cramp and twitch
I’d cry
because his screams were so loud it had to mean Trouble,
and with Cheerios crumbs pressed into his skin, he showed me 
How to really be afraid of a man.
Some nights, lying in the middle of Mom and Dad
like a cigarette between teeth
they showed me broken glass in little girl feet
Kind of love
Knobby knees and questions from the police
Kind of love
All the neighbors hear nothing see nothing speak nothing
Of this Kind of love
 
But still, I remember Mom doing the dishes, Dad eating his cereal 
and me
putting away cereal boxes and closing cabinet doors.