when laundry day comes around-and i put it off as long impossible-
(i had a roommate who would say things were bad
when you had to wear your bathing suit)
i am reminded of my roots.
as in, i just want to throw my clothes in the dryer, because that is what i do in america.
(except, of course, the extra special things).
yesterday i sullenly draped damp clothing around my already cramped quarters.
and looked around my place in the evening light.