Agony

The Agony of John Major

My wife uses a sieve on her root vegetables
After they have been initially scrubbed
And partially skinned over the kitchen sink.

The tepid water pours through everything
Before they are cooked by her roasted
Or boiled. She is expert at removing soils

But her fingers feel nothing whenever
She uses them to touch me intimately.

Her love for me leaks with indifference.