A Stitched Collection
Every day The clothes pile up With a family of five
The shirts And the shorts (Thank goodness it's nearly summer) And the socks
And the underwear God, the underwear
I wonder what this pile would weigh If I could get it onto a scale If ever it could be contained In that manner
Does it even make sense To find the mass of cloth To tally it like a body or an ingredient
Some have simplified Identical colors Identical garments Identical days Identical nights
But still they have to wash dry fold repeat
But still they have to