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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
"fabric softener"
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.

06/03/2005

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.

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