in the laundry room.
the green buttons reading,
hot, hotter,
steam, etc. .
it's on the shelf
next to a jug of bleach
that's been there for
ten years.
cobwebs
are strung along it's sleek
white back,
its silver
front.
maybe today, i tell it,
taking
laundry out of the dryer.
wrinkle free
laundry.
i try not to make promises
i can't keep
but
still i tell the iron,
today.
i have a shirt, honest,
a cotton shirt on a hangar.
i'll bring it down
later and i'll plug
you in.
have you seen the starch?
the ironing board?
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