Bipolar Poetry

When I Wash the Dishes by Lindsey Heatherly

I realize the tides in my brain are shifting
once I’m singing along to my phone
and running the sponge in sudsy circles
inside and around the lip
of the next to the last dirty bowl
that rests atop the kitchen counter

I recognize a calm heart and peaceful breaths
and wonder if my mania is muted
less severe
than the patients seeking care
at the place I am employed

For when I find myself cleaning the kitchen
washing the messes
righting the wrongs
wringing the sadness

for a moment
I find myself happy

Lindsey is a writer born and raised in Upstate South Carolina. She has words in Emerge Literary Journal, X-R-A-Y, Emrys Journal, Red Fez, Schuylkill Valley Journal and more. She spends her time at home raising a strong, confident daughter. Find her on her website at or on Twitter: @rydanmardsey.