Laundry, isolated
and cut off, tumbles inside an industrial-sized washing machine
Soapy
clothes - socks, shirts, bras, and underwear – are pressed up against the glass
before they slide deeper into the wash drum.
What did you
say before you took your clothes and books out of our apartment?
A misplaced sock,
probably yours, passes by; pressed up against the glass before it slides down into
the machine again
The soap
scrubs it clean – taking a little of your essence from me - even as it bleeds onto
the rest of my clothes.
I feel a
little melancholy doing laundry alone.
