Kendra Thompson - “Delicate”

Today is the day! Our community reading at Rozz Tox at 7PM is today! Our next poem comes from Kendra Thompson. Enjoy!

Delicate.

Time. So much of it

wasted hovering

over this washtub

quietly wondering:

Is it safe in

basement laundry

for thrift store sweater,

‘hand wash only’ -?

Life is fragile, yet

here I am, picturing

retro fibers,

likely regifting,

to a baby or maybe,

my effigy.

My faith resides

foolishly soaping,

inside these barriers,

tireless, agitating.

Gambling my wallet,

my body, my time.

Maybe it’s best

to take a chance, risking;

washing it all

on delicate spin.

Not just sweaters,

But prayerfully, everything.

Like boots in the dryer,

Petitions bumping -

lifting, dropping,

constantly rotating.  

Hang it up now,

soaked and drooping

bowed and stretching,

bound to this rack.

Even still,

something is shifting,

ablutions done,

fabrics relaxed.

Time, not much of it,

No use worrying. Seems

it’s gone now,

spilt and saturating.