Her name tag is a lie
she carries to the laundromat
every Thursday night
like clockwork.
It’s “Thirsty Thursday” right
next door, but she’s drowned
her days in a glass before
and the rum
-ble, tumble of the dryer
is more healing than the
clink of ice and sloppy smiles.
Sometimes it takes her a
moment to remember the real
syllables of herself, the person
she left back on that shelf
in Philadelphia all those
(tears)
years ago
,
but then she sees that small
smile in the sudsy reflection
on the washing machine
and feels clean
and whole
again, new name re-pinned
just above her the soft hum
of her heart.
April PAD challenge day 1.
My title is the name of a poem by E.E. Cummings.
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Wow! I loved this and can totally relate. Seeing yourself differently when you decide to do a different behavior and be a different person. You’ve captured it so well!
Thanks so much. 🙂
This sounds like a novel I would like to read.
That title is totally its own poem.
I especially love the first two lines. They are fun to read.
I LOVE that line (the title) by E.E. Cummings. His whole poem named that is wonderful.