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Dallas.
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Laundry.
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Dallas.
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Laundry.
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Kansas City.
Laundry.
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The Washing Machine
I complain about the laundry
more than my dirty clothes deserve.
It’s a matter of functionality
to wash clothes.
I mean, it’s not like
I’m beating anything against
a rock in the blazing sun.
I had to write a poem to get this out of my system.
…I got on a plane to start a new life in the United States. My gratitude, to my parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, who suffered for it on both sides of the Florida Straits, is immeasurable. My gratitude to this great country, for great it is, is equally immeasurable. God bless America.
I’ve got a new poem up at Catholic Lane. This one is about the laundry. I whine so much about it that I vented about the procedure, especially a little honesty about having to reset the dryer because I forget the clothes. Do you ever do that? I admit I suffer moments of homemaker angst when I acknowledge I’m not Suzy Homemaker. And then I get over it, believe me.
Anyway, there’s ultimately a little joy in the task, even if it does come at the end when I roll around in the freshly laundered towels.
You can read it here.
