laundry

There’s a pile of laundry by my front door.
It’s been there for a week,
but I’m the only one who sees it now.
I mean, I’ve always been the only one who sees it,
it’s just that now I have to see it for longer,
because some things I clean up for myself,
and others I don’t.
Bed made,
shirts wrinkled.
Socks unmatched,
dishes done.
I’ll do it tomorrow,
or whenever you come over next.

-w