Carla Edmondon
Spin Cycle

The Laundromat at midday on a Tuesday
A girl, standing my a mustard-yellow washing machine
"I'm going to get out of this place one day"
The dirty laundry goes in, swallowed while in a sea of

hard water
"I'll find a good job"
It's on the spin cycle
"I'll fall madly in love"
It's plastered to the sides of the machine
"I'll travel the world"
Into the dryer with the lint tray already full
"I'll never grow old"
Almost forgot the dryer sheets to stop static cling
"I'm going to be happy"
The clothes are dry now
She'll be back next Tuesday.

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