edit 1: thanks to lysander, tamara, AJ, kieth, 71 degrees, stanlyz, wjames, and ellajam. (next time i'll just thanks to all who helped 
) tried mainly to rework the last stanza as most comments i read felt like they had a point.
Those Hands That do Dishes
Old pots and pans never die,
they reside forever in limbo;
swimming in soapy water
or on a rusty drying rack.
They may disappear as you would
expect Houdini's would
but like bad copper coins, they return.
Marigold gloves
on the other hand
live for three washes,
and melt skin pasty white
before their waste-bin burial.
) tried mainly to rework the last stanza as most comments i read felt like they had a point. Those Hands That do Dishes
Old pots and pans never die,
they reside forever in limbo;
swimming in soapy water
or on a rusty drying rack.
They may disappear as you would
expect Houdini's would
but like bad copper coins, they return.
Marigold gloves
on the other hand
live for three washes,
and melt skin pasty white
before their waste-bin burial.
Quote:Those Hands That do Dishes
Old pots and pans never die,
they reside forever in the limbo
of soapy water and drying rack.
They may disappear as you would
expect Houdini's plates to depart
but like bad copper coins, they return.
Marigold gloves
on the other hand
live for three washes.
Their decayed insides
smell with the stink of old palm
sweat expelled inside rubber souls
melting the skin into pasty white.