Washing laundry
Put off as long as possible
Clothing overflowing
Some still on the bedroom floor
Only so much soap and quarters today
Dreading the mingling of strangers
All folding their personals
Avoiding eye contact
Watching the peculiarities
Of others in their washing rituals
See the sorting, stuffing adn tugging of fabric
Attendant pretends to help
Only wants to ignore all on a Sunday
The hum and smells
Pass the time in cycles
Tags: laundromat, laundry, washing
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