Dirty Laundry

 

Cheer bubbles last night away,

carries the current of secrets

on a Tide of soapy water.

Hot water will Wisk out

the spots you cannot face

tomorrow. 

With all of the people washing 

their hands of racy forays,

the room becomes steamier

than their affairs. 

Shout out the lipstick

near your fly and the sin

remains secret. All you need

is for this color to bleed

from your pure whites

with a simple Spray and Wash.

With no sign of adulteration

left in the cloth,

it is now safe to Snuggle

with the Downy warmth

of monotonous life.

Author's Note

This poem was admitted into my college's literary magazine this year. I will be reading it April 17 at the magazine's launch party.

Reviews

[deathcabxcutiex]

interesting play on words with 2 parts commercialism and one part adultery. write on, Heaney, write on.