Monthly Archives: August 2018

dirty laundry :

it’s just that
the last few days
I’ve been in the spin cycle
fervor, old cotton, a temperature
mixed with all the colors
that bleed into static
walled panels and dry humor
aye, that’s the scrub
balanced on a rusty rotating drum
did you think I would
read the instructions
I never did
no, I never knew exactly what
to hang on a line
or what would be
going to the mattresses
all this longing for
unfolding
though we argued about that from the very beginning
about all the buildup
to keep the machine going
and whatever kept you
– the exact change,
timing, water, cycles
always on the other side
of that glass door

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pins:

where is your sun-umbrella
your pancake batter & cuban posters
twirling nylon delights, graffiti vapors
slowly taking shape or a shadow darker
interrogating every permanent marker
where is your pin on the map
your piñata of adulthood swinging low
plait crowns and toothpaste ribbons
playful mettle & mottled syntax
your canary post-it note & brass tacks
where is your old moonwalk
your jubilance in the silk blindfold
chinoiserie, laughter, held-breath, applause
some fabricated tale in hand, a spin before you fall
you’re not the only one at the party to hit the wall

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