Laundry

Laundry

I’m washing the ugly t-shirt my friend

gave to me

the one that made me laugh, stifling

on that birthday in August.

It’s faded now

After all my wearing it.

First turning 16 faded it

Then the sunlight faded it

Then my restless turning in sleep faded it

And now pouring the Persil fades it.

And it’s funny you know

To watch something

you gave to me

spinning and jumping like some

far-off sea

we said we’d cross one day.

And I don’t feel anything as I hang it with the others.