where's your iron

they've made life
so much easier for men
with permanent press
pants and shirts.
I haven't touched an iron
in decades.
where is your iron
women often ask when waking
up in the morning.
I don't know.
somewhere in the basement.
near the ironing board,
maybe in the shed.
I think I dropped
it on my foot the last
time I used it.
I was always turning around
to go back home
to see if I left it on.
most times I didn't,
but it was still plugged in,
so you never knew
if it had the capabilities
of restarting itself
and burning the house down.
now I can throw a shirt
on the floor
and leave it there
for weeks on end.
never having the time
to put it on a hanger.
but it's fine.
the creases down the sleeve
are still there.
the collar stiff,
the fabric wrinkle free.
i button up, tuck it in
and go.