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Monday, February 06, 2006

Clothing poems 4/3/03

Dirty Laundry

I used to hang myself to dry
Soul swinging in the breeze
But now I wash up in the dark
My laundry’s never clean.

I want to walk in wrinkles
And sleep in dirty sheets.
I’ve outgrown all my hand-me downs
My shoes won’t fit these feet.

I’m due to take a mudbath
Where cries turn into squeals
And dusty knees can lead me home
Where hearts know how to heal.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jm Benavidez Estoque said...

I like your poem. Reading it would remind me of something. Very sentimental it is that reading the passage: "But now I wash up in the dark, My laundry’s never clean" would remind my of my present days compared to my cheerful days before. I like it. It is from your simple poem that depicts a normal life into a more reflective one. I like it.

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