it was laundry day
as i stood there watching my washing machine fill
with thick suds
and graying water
i thought to myself
"i can do that"
wash you out of me
from my folds and pleats
wrinkles and threads
like dirty laundry
so i started
first whites
then darks
onto colors
lastly
i washed you out of my delicates
but as i pulled my skin back on
crisp and clean
i suddenly realized how much i really missed you
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