Soiled Goods

Last Night when I was doing
the laundry I sort of got stuck
synopsizing what was mostly
Stains of Fish & Fledgling
McNuggets & Cauliflower Soup
on the garments I'd previously
worn - out -

afresh and categorized
remnants of had been
vessels void of life
such were the Colour
& Care arrangements
in front of me
affronting me

I am sorry, I said, dear
clothes, of what seems
is an illogical array of
amendments I have Undone
& Ruined in other people's
Dirty Dancing - I TRULY
Apollo -
gize
for
ME.

Just wait a minute
for the machine
to open.
I can hardly wait.