How about a couple of recent poems featuring a domestic setting?
Tonight the laundry
the secrets
that never make it to the sidewalk
the what goes on in
this maze of tiny red-brick houses
sunk into their frost-bitten quarter acres
is what every washing machine
in every basement knows
Dirty laundry is everywhere and eternal
what a good friend does is
make use of the detergent
and the bleach and slosh the rinse water
quietly
and in the dark
if necessary
4/11/21
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Ask Your Mother
Ask your mother
her answer should be No
but you’re betting on Yes
because
put yourself in her place
faced with piles of laundry and
cat vomit on the carpet
the repairman is late and
then there are
some kids who will
Get Lost
if that is what you shout
as twang goes your last nerve
but oh you know you shouldn’t shout
so instead
you will hiss out a
Yes
that slithers away and takes the kids with it
and that sure helps her out
Doesn’t it? So try it.
Ask your mother.
4/27/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Ah yes. I recognise that archetype of the frazzled mother amid the relentless laundry all too well.
And the kids who game you in everything. Oh yes, and I was one of those kids, that is why I know the techniques…
It’s those maybe laters that drive you crazy though. (K)
Yes. And you always know that later is never going to arrive.
True.
Ah our dirty laundry! The fiber of suburbia! I saw the title having just picked this up at the library: https://www.amazon.com/Laundry-Love-Finding-Common-Chore/dp/1250235197/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=laundry+love&qid=1619711999&sr=8-1
I will be looking for that book. Because…I do like doing laundry. And I also like all the things it can be a metaphor for.