Sunday, March 05, 2006
The thick, muggy air draws a sheen from my face
as I retrieve four quarters from my pocket.
The coins rest snug in their slots,
awaiting the jaws of the
Pressing firmly to deliver them,
my thumbnail appears white.
I close the cover and listen to the water
Lifting the lid and sprinkling in one scoop
smelling like a lemon pixie stick
(carefully avoiding suspicious hairs
collecting around the mouth)
I reach my arm in to stir the
(no lumpy detergent in this washer)
I feed in my laundry, and it
with a bang of the lid.
Time to peel the clothes from the
of the washer.
They must be separated into
*THREE PIECE LIMIT FOR CLOTH COMPLETELY DRY*
another dollar into each contraption,
I press HIGH HEAT.
The machines rumble and shake.
I begin my countdown.
Everything is still.
The garments remain only slightly