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  • Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

Proud of Your Consistency

Here you are performing the

Sacred ritual of


Gathering the past

To become purified

And new again.

Agitated and spun

As dirt and iridescent bubbles


In holy water

Before the tide recedes

And the cycle continues

Turning up the heat.

You sing

With basket laden hip

Overturning recent memory

Onto your bed.

These reminders of

Your bygone self

Return to the fold

The socks you wore to work

The pants you chose first

The shirt you wanted everyone to see

The other you wanted no one to see.

This sacred ritual


Is the work that

Never ends.

Not drudgery

It just means

You are alive.

So, what will you put on today?


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