Aug 10
Poverty in Progress
The last time the dryer broke,
and we had to hang a line,
we used old phone cord, strung
from door to window to door
in one of the rooms we can't
afford to keep cool.
This time, it was old charging
cables, daisy-chained together
along that same familiar route,
(door to door to window to closet)
in that same room that we can't
afford to keep cool.
We shared a chuckle about that,
about progress.
I hang the same clothes up,
thinner than they were the last
time, pilled from wear and washing,
faded by their years of service.
Like the ceiling fan that moves the
air around them, the bare floor that
they drip on, and us.
