i sit
     and watch
my clothes turning

and the lady,
     her girl,
they sit
     and watch
me

it has been two years
     since that
old blue shirt
     has come out
un-wrinkled

and my jeans
     are
losing themselves . . . too old

when i am done
     when
my shirts are hung
     when
my socks are matched
     and
my undershorts
     are safely tucked
into my laundry bag
     i wink at the girl
and leave.