Sponge A
Porous

She stands there with hands on the hips upon my head. I stands there wait for a command. She is my wife and I am her kitchen sponge in hands. See the layers of us and you can tell who takes the dominance. 


Apron up, as it’s time going to cook.

June 2024

Then, day by days washing the dishes. I am becoming a sponge man.

In other words, I absorb the oily stains when I was squeezed. Same as the bleaching moment I release when the pressure is out of my hand.

June 2024

 Space and time.

Close my eyes and imagine having a big bite on that rewardful croissant.