Pure To Blush
He is the red sock in her white wash.
Turning everything pure to blush.
He had her hot on a fast spin
and it’s permanent.
They tell her to buy special products,
to bleach it all out, back to pristine.
Cleanliness, if not godliness.
Normalcy: no dirty laundry.
She pegs out her new pink sheets:
whipping princesses in the wind,
gaudy in her suburban garden.
Let the neighbours gawp.