Laundry
Posted on | September 30, 2009 | 7 Comments
A solitary plastic chicken
falls from among the denim and fleece;
the lint trap is full again.
This thing we do:
wearing clothes, then washing them,
goes on forever.
Sometimes I like to imagine
(at the a red light next to a Mexican boy
with oily cheeks
who is driving an El Camino,
or walking through one of those superstore warehouses,
where everything is wrapped in plastic including
the last of summer’s succulent watermelons,
each green globe swaddled in cellophane)
everyone naked or feathered, or adorned
in something less fretful and persnickety
than the clothes we need so many of
(rain boots with polka dots, and heels
that sink into the soft sod as we try to run
towards our friends at parties, and also
negligee and belts and jackets made of wool or down)
but we are human; adept at hiding things.
Notes, lipstick stains from kisses, favorite marble;
the small small bits
of other people’s hearts and thoughts;
ourselves.
We are thieves, mimes, fakers
with our clothes all pressed or stained,
our laundry bulging with the remnants
of things that tumble out unexpected,
or get lost.
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I am Christina Rosalie
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September 30th, 2009 @ 1:13 am
*sigh*
So lovely, Christina. I would love to walk around draped in feathers.
September 30th, 2009 @ 1:59 am
Yes. Yes. Beautiful.
September 30th, 2009 @ 1:03 pm
You even make laundry sound beautiful.
I actually love doing laundry, can yOU believe that?
I would do yours, I especially LOVE baby clothes!!! LOL!
And yes, Christina, you DO get LOTS more time once they are in school, especially if you don’t work. I have so much time that I am bored. I drop them off at 8:30 and they don’t come home until 3:30~ I miss them lots and I don’t even know what to do somedays, so I get NOTHING done! I think I got more done when they were around, because it had to get done HA! I am a BIG procrastinator! I need the pressure of them being here with me. They motivate me. Enjoy the ages you are at now, because as you see, IT FLIES ON BY so fast, you turn around and try to grab it and it’s gone! I would just love to go back to where you are right now!! I know that’s hard to believe admist the chaos, but it’s true! HUGS!!! love, tara
September 30th, 2009 @ 5:18 pm
right on
September 30th, 2009 @ 8:29 pm
Wowser! This is so visual and present. It’s not a poem you want to run through, but one you want to pause and hold onto – the oily cheeks, rain boots with polka dots, heels that sink into soft sod.
And this … “We are thieves, mimes, fakers…”
Nice, Christina. Very nice.
September 30th, 2009 @ 9:22 pm
Lovely words put together in a lovely pattern.
Bravo to a poem about laundry.
October 7th, 2009 @ 3:38 pm
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