Every day is laundry day
by Bradd Howard
I sort colors
I bleach whites
sometimes you just can't get love out of that little black dress.
No matter how many times I wash my clothes (daily lately)
I still smell you.
No matter how often I shave my legs
I still feel your fingertips
When the only words i had left to describe you were
I knew it was time to close my eyes and focus on the spin cycle.
Slowly rinsing through wadded up socks and pin striped slacks.
Author's Note: from a topic by denton on the forums... thanks for the inspiration
Posted on 06/03/2005
Copyright © 2020 Bradd Howard
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Paul Marino on 06/03/05 at 08:52 PM|
oooh, i love the pin striped slacks and the thought of you shaving your legs.
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/06/05 at 05:25 PM|
The simile is so appropriate and fits in like a undiluted association.
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 06/06/05 at 07:07 PM|
i am a sucker for a good laundry piece ... and this is definitely one of the best i have encountered ... i have a habit of stealing the boxers off the floor of my lovers and taking them home with me ...
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/07/05 at 08:05 PM|
Love the "fabric softener" stanza!!
Amazing imagery in this piece. totally dig it.
|Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 06/21/05 at 02:53 AM|
I love how that last line ties up the poem. funny, the things we focus on when we can't focus on something else.