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TOP-LOAD HEAVY

POEM

Turn this frigid spin-cycle off. I WANT TO GET OUT.
How many loads of clean clothes,
before I'm granted freedom from the shrill and crash?

I’m tired of being a narcissistic mess of dirt and cold
water . . . I think it’s better we don’t talk about it.
WHY WHY DOES THIS DRAINED WHIRLPOOL
ENSUE…