Those Hands That do Dishes

[Lysander Gray]

Those Hands That do Dishes

Old pots and pans never die,
they reside forever in the limbo < get rid of 'the' theres no point to it here, plus it sounds wierd
of soapy water and drying rack. < put a 'the' before drying rack to make it stronger
They may disappear as you would
expect Houdini's plates to depart < for some reason I really dislike this metaphor, its too obvious. try stopping at just ''expect Houdini's'' it leaves more to the imagination
but like bad copper coins, they return.

Marigold gloves
on the other hand
live for three washes. < great line!
Their decayed insides
smell with the stink of old palm
sweat expelled inside rubber souls
melting the skin into pasty white. < love the marigold and death imagery, but these last 4 lines need to be reworked. They feel like they've been tacked on

Really dug this poem man, especially the marigold and death imagery at the end. I just think it needs some polishing at the end where it doesnt seem consistant, or flowy.