I feel like old Dirty laundry Used and smelling of Sweat- still on the floor where you Left me. Do the wash, love I prefer to be Starch-fresh And hanging pristinely In a closet- untouchable and Smelling of cedar (the anti-moth)- Would you pre-treat Me? Just to make sure all the stains Are removed. I’m not as invulnerable as Once pretended And when you put me in Finally! Would you be sure to Read the tag? And take note- gentle, hand wash Instead of tossing me in On heavy soil And hoping I come out whole. Remember to do the wash, love.