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As I stand here folding

July 19, 2010

by Mara Mills

…Why don’t you write said my muse
as i folded his laundry.
…A poem a story why not a novel
my hands smoothed the creases
he came closer
i laid the boxer shorts atop the bleach whitened hill
…You don’t seem to write anymore.
i chose a tee shirt
closer still eyes solemnly questioning
caressing its front i tame the tides of fabric
…Remember when you used to write…
gently i shape the sculpture of its sleeves
…Those poems. he stretched out his arms for emphasis
upon them i laid my poem fresh and clean.


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Mara Mills is a stage director, writer, and teacher. Her specialty is theatre in odd places and combining the arts in performance.

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  1. mary
    July 21, 2010 at 11:32 am

    Very, very nice, Mara. I will remember this when I’m folding those boxer shorts.

    “i laid the boxer shorts atop the bleach whitened hill/”

  2. Daryl
    September 30, 2010 at 3:36 pm

    Nice one Mara ~ thanks for sharing ~ sent it to a poet friend of mine in Buffalo ~ Marek does a lot of performance poetry readings, etc. . . oxox

  3. September 5, 2012 at 1:56 am

    Nice revisioning of Tillie Olsen’s ‘I stand here ironing’. I love that it also stands on its own

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