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.