In some cases, we must clean more than our clothes and our body. Our inner self occasionally requires restructuring, renewal and a complete transformation. The church may be that laundromat. No intermediary is required to cleanse your soul when you attend. The empty pew is all that is required. Simply ask God to remove the dirt and grime. Refresh your soul, try to remember the truth.
the laundromat
the laundromat
where attire is made to look new again
it begins with a wash, and then a rinse
the dirt and odour removed
dead bugs pinched from puffy pant cuffs
fragments of rotting DNA extinguished
open seams stitched taut again
the needle with precision pierces the forlorn wool
the wrinkles pressed flush
the starch stiffens the relaxed collar
a melancholy coin, gifted to the tired launderer
the secret note, forgotten, exposes you
containing the "you" no one should have known
it cannot be cleaned
it finds new life inside the steam
it's the hidden consciousness growing roots
secrets that can no longer be kept secret
the moment your fear slips into the public void
it requires deeper cleaning
thank you,
joseph pede
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