Laundry

Laundry

A warm writhing worm
curling in hand. I shudder.
Empty dryer gloats.

A few days back I had to move the neighbor's laundry out of the dryer so I could put mine in. I do not like to do that, I don't like touching other people's laundry but it had been left there for quite a while. Well, this haiku illustrates exactly why I don't like to touch other people's stuff—because sometimes you grab somebody's thong and it just curls up in your hand like some angry, writhing worm or some grotesque piece of twine. I'm not sure how twine could be grotesque, but I'm going with it. Why were thongs even invented? They cover nothing and they are reduced to irascible pieces of elastic in the dryer. Again, just going with it. The worst part is that I now know what type of underwear the neighbor lady wears. I am so grossed out.