Folding Clothes

Summer, 2003 / No. 10

pulling wooden pegs off stiff

white T-shirts

everything smells clean and cheap somehow

like bleach

and my face is hot because I believe

everyone passing is looking


I wash my clothing in the bathtub

and yours too

I fold clothing to the

afternoon news

lottery numbers and car wrecks


I scrub and brush and polish

to Nashville Skyline and later

Nighthawks at the Diner and I’m hungry for

breakfast all day


I have seven dollars for groceries and three hours

to look pretty and cook dinner

set out dishes

make the bed and forget that you said

all of the things we will do when we have money and


and remember to run my fingers

along the window sills and tend to the potted