laundry day is a day of toil
She started with a slap of Her hands on Her knees
For laundry day is a day of toil
And She first separated out the protons and electrons lest they cause explosions
And She ironed the stubborn quarks on the backs of supernovas
And She shook out the quasars and laid them on the radiation
And She sighed out across the void
For the atoms had been left in too long and shrunk
And she picked the lints of dark matter from between the folds
And She plucked the stars out one by one
And She shined them with hydrogen to sparkle just so
And She pegged Her new planets on with a parent’s touch
And She clutched a cigarette of comets between Her teeth
And She let the stardust’s ash fall freely down
And then She rummaged for the water and grass
For they needed a place to go
And all the animals too
And She looked around in light years
For someone might be watching
For She dragged out Her Humans
For they were crumpled and creased
And She sprayed them with an apple scented decreaser
And hung them out to dry
And She stepped back to feel a moment of the cosmic’s red rays
And then She turned and clasped Her hands together
For His whiskied breath began to blow a gale
And She prayed Her washing would stay on the line