Poetry

The Laundry, Love – Joan Prusky Glass

In love:              Still warm,              stacked neatly              at the edge of our bed.              My shirt sleeves,              tucked under, linger              against your winter hat.              Our bedside lamps glow. Out of love:              You quickly untangle              your twisted pant legs              from my sweaters              (not wanting to remember              how I look in the pink one),              then abandon it all              in … Continue reading