Thursday, December 4, 2025

 

Stains


She runs the iron over the collar.

Why does he wear white shirts?

He sees himself as a hero.


Across the shoulders and back.

White is so hard to get really clean,

bleach leaves it tainted yellow.


Down the sleeves and across the cuffs.

And how is it that strands of long hair

always stay through washer and dryer?


Over chest and front pockets.

The smell perfume always lingers

over the scent of washing powder.


She steers the iron between buttons.

The hardest thing to remove is lipstick. 

The cheap ones always leave the stains.


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