On this Saturday,
We do laundry together.
Your whites and mine
Are crying the stains out
To the monotone humming that
Rhymes with our clothes cleansing
And, well, I -
I have already seen this
Somewhere before;
A skirt and a tie
Flow together so well;
As the two of us now;
And you're looking so bright.

All the whites
Mixed and matched, dancing fast,
In a clumsy array -
Reminiscing the twenty four hours that passed
Since our own wedding day.