Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

washing up on 8/12/2017

By Allison Deutsch

old things
weigh more
until they
weigh less

do you
remember
your first
load

decoding
spin cycle
color piles
closing doors

firsts
weigh less
and spin less
and less

i think
there is
a weight
to trust

to listening
to you
listening
for weight

sounds
too
fall
and rise

not rhythm
exactly
or breathing
but

i
enjoy
brushing
with trust

teeth
hair
fossils
fingers

i
want

or breathe
but

new things

are easy
to hold
and love

maybe that’s
why they
think they
can

hate

is
too light
too long
to listen

always old
always there
i feel
searing pain

what can we
i do
i fold
my laundry

and anger
into piles
into drawers
and wear

the shirt
the
bad luck
one

the one
without holes
but hated
uncomfortable

the one
that hid
at the
bottom

the one
i knew
i should
have washed

and i 
feel sorry
for those
too weak

to feel
the weight
of distant
sound

now his
horse wears
weighted
brushing boots

invisible
against
oxidized
coronets
hope pulls
at him
he tears
the air

emancipation park
formerly
his own did you know
his own soap

they made
their own
soap for
their wash

but that
was old
and this
is new-seeming

for some

hate
is like
using
soap

instead
of
turning
green

i watched
the speeches
her parents
gave

her father
said
a rainbow
as

i watched
the cycle
turn
and turn

he cried
and said
no father
should ever

i like
to brush
my pain
in trust

trust
that the world
will spin
keep spinning

trust
that i
will clean
delicates

by hand

my anger
holds
my heavy
chin

turns me
to
the president’s
comments

hearing
us
hearing
him

this is
the first time
he says
us

when he says
alt-right
he means
us

our initials
in
wet
tar

but i think
we will learn
and remember
with trust

use
similar tides
and move
him from

the public
to
where paintings
go

and do
the washing
all
the same

and perhaps
knowing
will weigh less
dry

but more
in hearts
and more
on scales

until
our world
is nice
to wear

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