Laundry | |
My grandfather sent everything to the nuns | |
for a thorough cleaning, | |
including my mother. | |
Fervently they washed away every stain, | |
hold us up to the light, | 5 |
and there is hardly a trace of me left in her, | |
or her left in me. | |
Things are forever getting separated in the wash, | |
a fawn silk stocking, | |
a tiny pink sock with no matcher, | 10 |
the price to be paid for getting your laundry done. |