Ode to Laundry This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

March 22, 2013
You are nothing but a ragged towel
used in countless forts,
wiped the blue rain off soaking children.
Dried off the mud covered dog
used as a superman cape
or a princess dress.
You are squeezed into the washing machine.
Like all the times before.
Only to be waterlogged with memories and soap again.
Water saturates your skin, seeping into your cotton soul.
Bubbles engulf you like a flame.
The hot colors burning you like a cold steam.
But you already know that
the love that has soaked into you
will never scrub out.

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