Allie Beene - March 14, 2023
my hamper billows over, unsorted:
bright reds nestled & twisted
among dove white, lace formalwear & cotton tees
spilling out, loose strings from one
hopelessly glued on the other. though often
worn, they really don’t need washing.
no sweat stains, smashed blueberry
juice, or melted chocolate from a
messy-sweet snack—just a warm
scent from yesterday’s dinner, holding
my mind in tangles, wrapped up
in thoughts of you.