Sorting Laundry - Elisavietta Ritchie
A long poem in the form of a list symbolizes a woman's typical day filled with to-do lists and jobs always left partially done. But, the female speaker in the poem is not complaining, she actually finds a comfort in piles of laundry because it means she isn't alone. "If you were to leave me, if I were to fold only my own clothes...a mountain of unsorted wash could not fill the empty side of the bed." We complain about the work other people create for us, especially people we live with, but in reality, the sharing a life requires tedious work that only goes unnoticed when it isn't done. Like the cleanliness of a grocery store is only noticed if no one has swept the floor, the woman recognizes that she will only notice the amount of laundry she does if it decreases. Because then, it means that her lover has gone.
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