Plates

Worker’s hands fumble through dishes, searching for any nicks or dents, cracks or missing chunks. This is a hand’s job; eyes stare blindly forward at the thoughts in the mind. After they’ve stacked the new plates, they walk through the restaurant to their vans while taking in the whiff of lasagna. The scent reminds them of their mothers.

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