I wash your pants
to remove the dirt
of your last night’s infidelity.
Scrub it with patience
her caress abandoning the fabric.
Rinse it until it’s clean—
the sins dissolving in the water.
Dry it up—
the remains of her perfume evaporating.
to smooth the creases of the cloth,
hoping that tomorrow
I will not wash it
the way I always do:
cleaning someone else’s dirt.
Reil is a second year BSED-MATH student from Ateneo de Davao University. His best friends are Literature and Mathematics.
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