I wish
we could
iron
all
things
Get rid of every wrinkle
like
regrets
mistakes
hurt
sorrow
prejudice
evil
sadness
and
let’s see
(thumbing through a bunch of papers)
illness!
Up in the sky
I see her
She works
at
the ironing
board
says
little
just completely focused
lost in her thoughts
and
humming a tune
Do you know it?
“I Don’t Feel No Ways Tired”
The clothes
are
warm
and
ready to
wear
not
a wrinkle
not a blemish
I say
God is an ironing board
your clothes
are
angels
Wear it all
step out
you look so beautiful!