Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I wonder how many times
I've folded my laundry, at least
once a week, 52 weeks a year
decade after decade after decade
folding... folding.....folding'....
shaping the warm cotton,
creases in my clothes have morphed
into creases in my face,
so many years of my life
lost in the blues of static cling
no softener to ease the pain
a wired fabric... charged and ready
to slip inside of....no regrets

So well put. So understandable. Classic.