Day 188: I Have Come Home to Wash My Clothes

Day 188: I Have Come Home to Wash My Clothes

I wish I could write erotic poetry about laundry day like Erica Jong does:

This is the dirty laundry poem—
because we have traveled from town to town
accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts
& blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice
& teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion
& underwear made stiff by all our joy.

No, my laundry poetry would sound a little more like

This shirt, perfectly clean
has been kicked from corner to corner
absent a hanger
accumulating dust and cat hair
until it’s as filthy as everything else
that comes through here

I’m not sure which poem would embarrass my mother more.

[Project 365]

4 thoughts on “Day 188: I Have Come Home to Wash My Clothes

  1. fancycwabs

    Wow–you weren’t kidding about your war wound not healing. Perhaps an unguent, salve, or balm is required.

  2. chez bez

    I like your poem better, whatever that says about me. Great photo as always.

  3. Bette

    Alright, Ms. Smarty Pants. I think you damn well know that your poem is rad.

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