the tag says dry-clean only.

i take all my laundry

to a person who takes my money

and promises it’ll all be over in 3 days.


the tag says hand wash only.

these fabrics, so dirty yet

fragile. i take my time with each,

give it the utmost care,

just waiting for it to be ruined.


The tag says wash with like colors.

i go against the flow of things,

mixing a white with a red and a yellow.

i hope they’ll come out better.


the tag says cold rinse.

everything was going so well;

then the rains came.

the mud got all over me.

it was cold;

i was alone.


all my laundry is piling up.

i don’t care about most of it.

i throw it in the dryer,

hope it’ll clean itself,

and leave to attend to

the roses dying on my counter.



Published by Amanda Brown

22-year-old INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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