Shirt*

Shirt. I put it in the wash
And wait while it circles
Round and round,
Over and over...

I realize it won't have
that scent
that I can't get enough of...
I sigh.

As I think of that...
I realize I won't be able to get
that scent for a long time.
The source of it is leaving.
And I do not mean the shirt.

I think about things
Like that for a while,
and then the laundry is done.
I put the shirt in the dryer.

Hah,
this reminds me of that song you would sing.
About laundry day.
And your freeze ray.
And how you would stop the world.

I would stop the world.
I fold the shirt.
And put it next to your gift.
I will give it to you soon.