Sarah St Vincent Welch #179 Sorting the washing

stretched corners

pegged 

seams undone,

wrinkles and runs

fleck of moth

spent elastic, threads

knotted, taut

is there a pattern

in this wear?

dividing naturally

in three

ownership and size

(some shared items,

I know, a little unhygienic)

and we bemoan

nothing stays new

everything old is over loved

stained

there are strays

less honoured

origins dubious, left,

lost

wrong,

doing the rounds

basket to basket

questioned every time

I’ve never found a rhythm

(I am sure there must be one)

of how to sort, this is the beginning,

whose is what,

what to keep
what to put away