laundry

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.