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TOP-LOAD HEAVY
POEM
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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? It’s cramped, cold,
and closed in,
and a cycle-neverending.
Smash my faulty washer with an axe and hammer,
por favor,
over and over and over and over, until the mangled
old walls collapse and fly everywhere,
and a happy kid spills out.
Crash a new car through this viscous machine.
Come on, blow it up like a science project.
Get me out
Get me out
Get me out
My head's sopping wet.
Fucking punt me off the highest crater, so I can sleep
where sodden thoughts blossom.
You needn’t to worry, just do it — it’s under warranty.
Hurry, before the next cycle starts and the bleach swims.
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Break the door and my femurs, take my shoes and these
loose drum screws, make the banging silent and my
brain deaf. AM I CLEAN, YET?
Lover Boy in Space
Joshua Muñoz
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