Posted: Oct 10, 2007 1:29 am
Laundry you overwhelm me.
At times we are so intimate.
You keep me in the law
You wash me, and you bed me.
But how can I forget
Your growth inspires awe.
Tonight you'll not control me.
I won't do you yet
I can hand-wash a bra!
Dear dishes,
I never loved you!
One day, they were all there
together
taking over
surpassing the furtive mustard:
Many!
Many partial containers of salsa.
Each one I had ravished
and then forgotten,
Pushed behind,
Become invisible.
Then all at once they were before me again,
Together,
Accusing.
I tossed them away anxiously,
And regretfully, unrecyclingly.