Laundry

What have I kept hidden?
What have I lost?
unclear are the roads
these daily rites keep seeking
insignificant are these words
fallen on eyes so dense
thick full of cells layered hidden
lost

What is in my laundry basket?
deer tick spirochette
cork screw for wine bottles broken glass walken
dirty sheets
tiskets and taskets
nurseries suckling the door
lyme for dead wood in bags recyclable had
land for future ranch dorm toes
fungal hedonism growth more
wheat carrots celery and eggs
no dirty laundry instead

Bloody white clothes
is all thats left to adorn my life
and He shows up and visits to wear them well.