Laundry Detergent by Jeffrey ParrenSitting, watching American Splendor on the tube,
I lean my head on my hand. Comfortable.
Breathing naturally brings in the scent
of the laundry detergent residing on my knuckles.
Instantly, I am on the beach. Laying on my stomach
I push on the beach towel at the head to mold
a space for the protrusions of my face to allow
a luxurious and breathable rest and tan.
As I place my face gently onto the towel
I breathe in a sweet smell the closet of winter
has not stolen. The cleanly towel smell
reminds me of the beach until I open my eyes.
The movie continues and Harvey converses with
a woman from his college days. They are at both ends
of life's spectrum, wanting what each already
disdains. I find humor in this irony.
I realize the smell has diffused into my skin.
Missing the fuzzy feeling in my stomach, I turn
away my attention and walk to the laundry room.
I open the cap and rub the pour spout. Rapture!
It is 2am. Laundry is nearly done. I watch until
the movie is complete. It seems that movie viewing
is the only thing I manage to finish these days.
Comical the rigid clarity nighttime brings.
I reach again, to open the bottle cap of the detergent.
The inside of my pointer finger once again enjoys silk.
Yet it enters a cut on my finger, stinging me.
Just like life. Bring me back to reality.
01/07/2005 Posted on 03/31/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Tricia Marie Miel on 04/04/05 at 07:42 PM I can almost smell the laundry detergent you've woven around your daydreamings. Nicely done! :) |
Posted by Kimberly Rhode on 04/04/05 at 09:20 PM Just wait till you get to the fabric softener.. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/10/05 at 02:13 AM You've written a rather pensive and attention holding poem about a rather mundane subject! |
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