The World’s Only Loofah Poem (I mean it’s gotta be, right?!)
(This poem was written after remembering a conversation that took place on Vermont Street in San Diego, when Sam mentioned that she doesn’t use a loofah and Caity went ballistic with incredulousless and I laughed so hard but agreed with her bafflement completely–even Misha uses a loofah!–then on the phone I told Katie this story and she said, “I don’t use a loofah either. Does everyone use a loofah!?”)
Call me crazy but
I was under the impression
that once loofahs were invented
everyone just started using one!
Loofahs are the greatest!
They spread soap with ease
and bubbles! I can’t imagine
using soap with economy
without one! How else
would I wash so well,
would I scrub this self?
A washcloth hurts
my skin and my hands
are just hands! I need
my drugstore loofah!
Don’t you? Don’t
YOU!?
panache, perhaps 
When I saw the title of your poem I thought you were going to talk about growing loofahs. I like your poem, but was dismayed to see the picture of plastic wash thingies. Those are not loofahs! Build yourself a trellis, grow some real loofahs. You’ll be delighted, I feel sure. And keep the writing coming.
Those are not loofahs. Those are puffs!
I do not use a loofah. I do not use soap with economy.
Now’s your chance to stop your unsustainable use of soap! I wish you all the luck in the world.
It’s a scrubbie! not a loofah…