Friday, April 13, 2012

Laundry Day


She enjoyed being the audience
of her own daydreams,
as fond memories of loved ones
flip through her mind,
like a rotating carousel slideshow -
smiling as the lost still images
surface into focus
 for a few fleeting seconds.

Her dry, worn hands
ran across the cloth,
so sure and strong,
delicately following the creases -
as a ceremony of sacred normality -
her only continuity.
Infinitesimal flakes of skin
find their way deep within
the stitches, effete and thin.

What she wears becomes what she was.

Shedding used flesh,
and growing into herself
again and again,
until death.

Deep inside her mind,
she folds and sets her clothes aside,
in neat little piles upon the bed.

This is her version of planning ahead.

Jordan R Shaver 04.13.2012