Elizabeth G. Howard

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The rip down the hip
Of these jeans makes me suddenly feel
I don’t have enough.
It’s because the two new pairs I
Bought last month have somehow ended up
In the laundry at the same time
Which, if you know my laundry
Schedule, is physics-ally impossible;
Making me think I must have
Slipped into a Dr. Who episode via the
Hamper and passed myself in
Time and space, perhaps
Knocked out by a nubby pink
Dryer ball. And now I am
Awake on a Sunday with
Two loads of dirty darks
To do, and twins pining over
Their general lack of leggings
And sure that I don’t have
Enough in my life or my
Closet to span the rip in
Laundry continuum.