I do your laundry
because it makes me feel close to you
The labors of your day embedded
in the fibers
I pull your shirt from the dryer
And hold it to my nose and breathe you in
It’s all there
your dedication
your off-kilter smile
your quiet reassurance
So I smile as I fold it and place it in the basket
just as you encircle my waist with your arms
and kiss the back of my neck
giving me all the thanks I need
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Making laundry erotic again?
Can’t it be? Lol