i’m waiting for the wash.
pairs of socks
a skirt
a couple of towels
i’m waiting for the wash.just waiting for the wash
some undies
a bra
a tshirt or two
i’m waiting for the wash.won’t you just spin?
don’t be throwing me off balance
i’m trying to wait for you
just waiting for you to finishi’m waiting for the wash
the towels and sheets
to be
fluffy and clean
waiting for the washwon’t you just spin?
please don’t twist up my tights
there’s a sock that escaped
it’ll have to wait for the next loadbut I’m waiting, waiting for the wash
hearing it go round
just my things
coming clean
waiting for the wash
i’m waiting for the wash.
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I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?
— Henry David ThoreauThe Cat Cam
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You had me from the very beginning. Twist and turning. Balance etched. All things I always seems to notice right away. Sounds from the laundry space get my attention. Great.