Bruce Smith in his poem, “Laundry,” brags that he and his father delivered laundry, that
Not even the cops who can do anything could do this
work on Sunday picking up dirty and delivering clean
laundry in Philadelphia…
But I wonder, did they do it for 60 pesos, fewer than $4? And, did it smell line-dried, crisped spectacularly by Oaxaca’s sometimes elusive summer sun? And, was it folded with the precision of a dollar bill transformed into an origami elephant or heron? Did they love the clothes more than their owners could?
I didn’t think so.
- Brag about something mundane, everyday. Brag in bold terms. Boast wildly.