The Business of Sorting Laundry

either depression has some universal aspects that we all share or you and I are just really similar. there have been a few of your poems lately where i'm just like "yes! this is me! she wrote this about me!" ha! i know. i'm ego-centric.

what i'm trying to say is that, this resonates way down in my bones. well done.

I was just talking with a dear friend about how scary it can be to speak the truth about our struggles, but that I’ve found that every time I do, both of us end up feeling more understood and less alone.  I’ve felt the same about yours, even if I’m sometimes too anxious to comment.  Thank you for telling me I’m not alone in my experience; I really needed that today 💜.  

Anxiety is a bitch. So look it in the face and say whatever the hell you want!

I know. I know. Totally easier said than done. Keep speaking your words. We need them.

I really liked these verses - powerful and complex

Thank you so much 💜.

Life, love, entanglements, messed up business, things to do........and to love.

All in tangled up in the basket of living.  Thank you for reading 💜.

You're not alone. Fucking laundry... fucking depression.... fuck.

(That means I liked it, btw!)

Thank you so much for reading and for understanding what I attempted to say 💜.

Lovely work, perfect proportion of emotional intimacy, detail, a bit of cheek and melancholy both in the laundry, the business of living. Beautifully rendered.

As always Daniel, your words are so very appreciated 💜.

Dear L,

I found myself thinking similar notions as I busy myself with household upkeep but wanting to communicate thoughts and desires instead- but don’t. Just keep working.
Laundry is a funny thing to me. I don’t mind doing it. I like taking the rumpled heap from the dryer and folding it into groups of neat piles before I put it away. The warmth of it is kind of like a missing hug. Oh dear, I’m rambling. Your poem is great in its everyday honesty. It draws us all in together. Odd how we all think we’re the only ones with problems  and yet here we all are. Oh god. Still rambling. Great write. H🌷

I think I have had more life epiphanies while buried in laundry or dishes.  My grandmother said that the everyday is where all the magic is, and the older I get, the more I tend to agree.  Thank you for reading and for seeing me.  It means so much ♥️.