Going to the Church of Laundry

Sunday is wash day
separating dark and light,
removing stains and sweat
from shirts and sheets.

It’s not as if I’m prostrate
kneeling on the river bank,
stones digging into my knees,
knuckles scraped on the rock
I use as a washboard.

It’s not as if I’m standing
knee deep in the River Jordan,
proselytizing my beliefs
in the one true God,
or even that there is a god.

If not absolved,
at least clean.
Does being next to godliness
still count?

 

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