#FlashFictionFriday: Laundry Day Blues

Politics and fashion may come and go, but laundry is eternal. I originally wrote this poem in 1996 as a bit of joke-on-me, when I was living in Olympia and working two jobs, one of which was 2-hour commute every day. I had no washing machine. My children and I decided that the $20.00 every two weeks I had budgeted for the laundromat would be better spent on a movie matinee or making a day trip to picnic by the ocean.

Thus, laundry was done in my bathtub and hung on lines to dry. My neighbors thought I was nuts.

Nowadays I have that miracle of modern technology, the washing machine, and still, I resent being taken from my book just to sort, wash, fold, and put away clothes.

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I’d love to claim I’m reading

the best book of the year.

I’d love to swear I’ve read it

but laundry day is here.

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My book rests by the sofa

tempting and serene.

But I’ve a pile of laundry

to somehow sort and clean.

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The cover art is lovely

with elves and all their kin.

It’s by my favorite author–

would reading be a sin?

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Alas for me it would be

for socks don’t wash themselves.

When the task is finished.

I’ll run off with my elves.

Laundry Day Blues © Connie J. Jasperson 2016


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2 responses to “#FlashFictionFriday: Laundry Day Blues

  1. Stephen Swartz

    Over here we just let the pile grow until someone else washes them.