laundry

you know you don’t get to stop doing laundry
when the eyeballs of grief roll in the back of your head
and the fury of deep waters bites at your ankles
rising like floods do

many things can stop being done
to make room for the emergence
of complete upending and chaos
but laundry simply isn’t one of theme

not for conscientious people like me
who by nature understand
that a dirty shirt was satan’s way of saying
i’m here