While Doing Laundry

surreal in the mundane

Wanna hear a riddle?

He eyes lit with a clever smile.

 

My hand rests on the laundry basket, basking

in the idea that I’m actually not touching

clothes.

 

He picks up a shirt:

See? This is a shirt, I’m not touching it.

Magnetic fields.

 

That’s the coolest thing he’s heard, besides the

dress that changes colors.

 

It’s all about lighting I say.

He laughs while I move the basket to my hip.

 

He shows me a picture on his phone:

See? This picture it’s black, this one it’s blue.

Eyes.

 

I can’t see and I can’t touch.

....

Than how do we know what

colors are

shirts feel like?

 

He yells at me running out the door:

We don’t.