Laundry Day

we fatten our hearts on milk that never ceases

and play hopscotch on faultline creases

there are lungs enough for the both of us

and a heart that beats forever

there are hands and thread to stitch all wounds

and keep the patchwork together

beloved, beloved,

twirl like a child in summer sun

beloved,

today is laundry day

i’ve always been this way

cleaning up for company i don’t want to keep