nada poem #???

By Jacqueline Jackson

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there's a newyorker joke I've saved by
a quirky artist: a man, laundry tub nearby
is folding a sheet with a helper we all
know sheets fold easier with help it
seems ordinary till you notice the helper
is a genie his nether regions dwindling
back into an elaborate aladdin's lamp
you realize then the man is wasting
a precious wish (genies always give
three) on sheet-folding: now you might
ponder priorities that sometimes
laundry may be the most important
thing to be done – or the only thing