It all comes out in the wash
the creases, the tainted thread
succumbing to the hellish heat
falling to the grubby floor.
We got what we wanted
a clean, bright, shiny plate
tie it in a ribbon and bow
forget the rest, no one knows.
The ground says why, why, why, why
why, five times over for truth
highlighting the creases and thread
for someone else to soothe.
Charlie Ann Alford 