A pandemic year’s worth of laundry
I rose at 4:54 a.m. squirted stain remover
ate breakfast (oatmeal with prunes)
lugged garbage bags of dirty clothes
to the car drove across town
to the laundromat stuffed huge machines
stuffed coins sprinkled soap.

Next I'll move the wet clothes to dryers stuff more coins.

The main thing I want to say is that in this chaos I'm
sitting masked writing my first poem of the day
Monday, May 31, Memorial Day 2021.