08/17/2026
Tumble Dry Low
The panties ought to be hung
to dry. So too, the jog bra, the nighty
that has magical cooling powers.
But sometimes, it’s too much to ask.
Sometimes, the tomatoes resting
in the hand-painted ceramic bowl
call out to be sliced,
laid upon the too-dry tuna
on the bread from the refrigerator
that you failed to toast,
to make the sandwich at least 65% better,
yet you stand, hips pressed
into the counter, scarfing down
the dry sandwich, wondering
what the hell is wrong with you
that you can’t make nourishment
for yourself like you do for others.
Sweetheart, you don’t have to wonder.
It’s human.
It’s human to cut these corners
when one more thing,
even something juicy,
is too much.
