The basket

The basket

Unlimited capacity for holding
Your basket.
And carrying the laundry
Putting it away carefully.
To have you rifle through
Digging out the desired memory
To put on fresh and clean.
And discard again
Sweaty and soiled.
Like Prometheus pushing a boulder up the hill.
Only this time I find her panties in the basket.
And her stain on your sheets.

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