Recleansing the Fabric
Stained,
stray haired surface
of odor-wrapped fabric —
to nestle into and dream on—
out of night,
black, tragic—
into dawn.
Sweat and dust,
grime, wine stains, blood—
impermanent.
In a 60-minute
soap water cycle,
in a half hour
hot blowing spin—
filth gets lost in the rinse.
Inhale, exhale
fresh floral aroma.
Snuggle into sheets warm, crisp.
Spread out on a spotless surface,
dream up a world of towering bliss.
Until again it’s blotched—
then—
pack it in.
Re-rinse.
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