NEW LAUNDRY LINE (EMO LAUNDRY POEM)


Hung up across
the ugly garbage garden 
like a ship's mast
your ex’s Amish
clothespins contraption
for hanging socks,

epic love for air drying,
so simple and so deep
purest patience because
it is the earth, 
the weather working with us 
so we may be dry and 
clothed and beautiful

I wish you loved me the way
you loved the daylight
or the leaves caught in
the bedsheets
or the dishrags or
the dishtowels 

I never knew the 
difference.

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