In the laundry aisle,

A poem by Isabella Triana

After a brief break for holidays & life transitions…Good Grief is back!! This is our Sunday (and sometimes Monday) Series. We’re so glad you’re here.

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In the laundry aisle,

still in Sunday Best, a 
woman selects bleach-
free, keeps faith, cool, 
above waist-high 
wild things—

me, jagged-edged 
in underwear bleached,
pocketing prayer, 
picking up the past, 
staining black lace 
a rotisserie pink—

so you meet God,
and then what?

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Feel free to check out our archive of past work— both our own poetry, and the poetry from those we love and feel inspired by.

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