Repeat Cycle
klunk klunk
shake shake
suds suds
wipe wipe
We turned the knob
And set it to 18 cycles
Long, hard revolutions
I thought that it would be
A bit automation
Some peace while the clothes did their dance
Maybe even cuddling
Between watching the outfits stir
But instead
It feels
Constant
As if we are back in the ancient past
River and rock
Current demanding we grip tightly
Having to be always vigilant
Always attentive
The new threads calling out
“Not a second alone”
Our arms tired
Our hearts worn out
And so
I sit here next to my wife
Peace disturbed between us
With other laundromat patients
Hurriedly watching their sequels
We too tired after this
To do more than fold and sleep.
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