Laundry

Spent thirty minutes past curfew mother's punishment an easy task,nothing new finish chores when I'm bored laundry cleaning's evovled from washboards to cleaners and washer-dryers the clothing's piled high,higher than my height and summer nostalgia's hard to fight everything stunk with cigarettes,cologne and funk something reeks...its my usual spot for hide and seek Growing older my laundry's awful odor fades with age I read more exercise less My guess? I'm gaining the weight of knowledge yet its eight years until college Yesterday's clean laundry is today's outfit faded nylon shorts,second hand thrift my brother's birthday gift snow white t-shirt...brandnew matching Adidas tennis shoes matches my favorite team an autographed blue L.A. dodgers cap severed at the seams beneath the sock pile and lingerie clutter is my secret stash kept from my curious brother at age nine everything is his even if it's mine but I'm still fair and share cause childhood's a gentle cycle...handle with care