Obscurity awaits the dryers

I missed it here, but we ODAnonymous members are lucky as one of us started a diary someplace else to post what we have a burning desire to post. Isn’t that grand? Here’s a laundry room musingette.

Tell me true

Real
yes I would say so
made of the same clay
perhaps of less richness than what
some are made of
but yes
whatever I am
and the topic perplexes and annoys me
I am real

Accident
destiny
I believe you are the last for me
but tell me
do you sometimes think
I am the first for you

There
I ask and then retreat
because so fine a someone as you are
is beyond my dreams for myself
so when you bring yourself across
an ocean
a street
on my behalf
I am overwhelmed with the magnificence
in the giving
knowing myself impossibly unworthy
reeling in the quiet enormity
of what it tells me
and my words fail
here and now
everywhere and always

Do you see the pale futility
of what I do
the clumsy hopelessness
in my physical proximity
where I learn what more than likely
would be the best thing I could give
even while I know
I am unable