In The Laundry Room

by Michael D. Brown


In the laundry room
You call out my name
during every spin cycle.
Somethings are so deeply
embedded they may never come out.
I fold you
with care before
I stack you
on clean sheets.
No bleach can rinse
these thoughts
in my head.


In The Laundry Room by Michael D. Brown

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