woman in the kitchen

the sunlight from the window
reflects a shimmer of grays
peaking through her hair
which hangs over her tired eyes
from insomnious nights
her bad-postured body hovers over
the kitchen sink
and her chapped hands are raw
from the soapy dish water
the apron drapes over her body
just barely revealing her
slow-swaying hips
moving to the soft sounds of
motown
playing in the background