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BACK Since 1996 Volume XXI Ellaraine Lockie
Airing Dirty Laundry
“What is it about hanging wash that
disturbs people so?”
We hang from a cotton cord dripping intimate details that won't wash out Labels sale-scissor slashed that broadcast bra cup capacities Brands that bare income brackets and sizes sacred to fitting rooms
Dark secrets defenseless in the scrutiny of daylight Like elastic stretched and slack Unmatched socks with holes And stains betraying bodily functions or housewifely inabilities
All open to invasion by omniscient eyes that see us uninhabited and envision unclad bodies Conjured up as writhing shapes beneath sheets blowing provocative in a breeze Or as peeping Toms prompted by public panties
Perhaps the source of anxiety is simple inhibition A throwback to puritanical oppression Or the more discomposing possibility that we are ghosts animating empty garments
Departed spirits that gesture death as we float on gossamer dread Our fingers crooking fears so diabolic that we are often deferred drip free to indoor dryers
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