Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Dirty Laundry

Up the stairs

and down the hallway

through the bedroom door

I left my favorite

pair of jeans

lying on the floor

my shirt balled in the corner

my coat turned inside out

my underwear atop the lamp

my socks strewn all about.

Do you have a robe I can borrow

by chance?

‘Cause I’m not wearing

any pants.

If only laundry day were more sacred

I wouldn’t be standing here cold and naked.

Written by Aleza Freeman, Illustrated by Howard Freeman, © 2009

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