Maybe you like doing laundry as much as I do???
Laundry, Chute!
A shrill alarm sounds in the hall, then still and quietness.
I rush toward the siren call, to rescue my red dress.
The latch released, I close my eyes then lunge into the dark, to free the poly-cottons from the hot breath of the shark.
I dump them on the top of an ever-growing pile, of jeans and towels and T-shirts that have waited for a while.
The dryer’s empty now, and while it’s growing cold, prepared to beat the mountain, I finally start to fold.
The wash-cloths are so easy, being tiny, square and neat. But I almost lose my patience when I wrestle with the sheets.
“I am finished!” is my cry as I tackle the last frock.The giant hill has dwindled to a mis-matched pair of socks.
But victory is brief for as I turn to leave, peeking from the hamper is a little bit of sleeve.
Copyright 1997 Robin Prince Monroe
In a society where children are taught not to talk to strangers, we grow up and share a space that cleanses our most intimate clothing-The Laundromat.
Hello,
My name is Krystina Byrd and I am one of the founding fathers of The University of Colorado at Boulder Printing Press called Subito Press. In this venture and part of the non-profit organization, the founders are putting together web journals about our own interests; the Laundromat is a space that strikes my curiosity. I would like to ask your permission to post your poem on our website under my interests.
Hi Krystina,
As long as you post my name and website:
Robin Prince Monroe
http://www.RobinPrinceMonroe.com
with the poem I will be very happy 🙂 for you to include it on your website.
Thank you so much for asking.
Please send me a link to your site. I’d love to check it out.
Robin